one which pours and fills, and one which simply drains.
and the latter is how it sometimes feels at work. lists and tasks and directives and presentations; putting out fires and checking the safety valves; you see kills and follow logic, your standposts are time and colleagues; creativity and fun is what happens between those lines. then the clattering spills past office hours, and all your days become sharp suits and filed tasks- and a lot of (fill in sedative of choice haze.
turn off the typewriter. step off the linear.
The problem with work is that it tends to remove your dignity. Therefore you must find ways of reclaiming your dignity. Go backwards in all things: wear tailor-made suits, use a fountain pen, walk through the park instead of taking public transport, keep a copy of Byron with you, go to art galleries at lunchtime, enjoy an afternoon pint in the pub, sneak in a cinema visit during the working day. You must transform yourself in your mind from put-upon wage slave to modern anthropologist. Detach yourself. And force yourself to leave work punctually.
Tom Hodgkinson, The Idler.