Blog Post No. 719
Last week’s post was all about how, in order to get back into a better writing routine, I had to start small and be okay with being bad at it again, until I get back into the groove. Okay, now what? I’ve reset my expectations (or at least told myself I did). That’s the easy part.
I thought I was through it, but towards the end of last week, the hits just kept on coming. Still, the volume of work didn’t quite hit the peak of late September, but when another department surprises you with angry customers who have been given the runaround for three weeks, the frustration is high on both sides.
Almost two months of going full tilt at the day job, I’m feeling a bit discombobulated. My Tuesdays are always busy, but this past Tuesday was the first time I haven’t left emails unread ad the end of my shift since Labour Day. So, while I’m still busy, I’m catching up an a little less overloaded.
Welcome to blog post number 716. I’ve been going full speed at the day job for about 5 weeks and the tank is empty. I really didn’t want to just write another last-minute post about the day job and how really unbelievably busy I’ve been, but I don’t have anything else going on, so I had to at least mention it. So, I guess this will be one of those posts where I don’t have a topic and just start writing and see what the heck I come up with.
Another week gone and another week with no time to breath at the day job. I’ve been in a dead sprint at work since September 8th, the day after labour day. It’s nice to be busy, but I just keep getting more and more buried and I’m starting to feel burnt out.
My brother and I like to do a thing every once in a while we call a
It’s another post about the day job, but, boy howdy, that’s what’s keeping me up at night right now. There isn’t any one particular crisis and thankfully, some of the regular things that cause stress and strain like trying to get shifts covered haven’t been an issue, but the sheer amount of emails is drowning me.
As someone who hasn’t suffered from a lack of ideas for stories and generally writes with only a loose plot, I take it personally when I suffer from choice paralysis. Like, the last thing I need is to mention that sometimes the number of choices can be overwhelming and have someone tell me that if I plotted more, that wouldn’t happen. Because the issue isn’t where to take the story next. The characters tell me that in their own time. The freeze happens in the minutia of descriptions and actions.
I think you’ll agree (or maybe you’re just better at being a human than I am) that there are certain things that you have to learn the hard way. You could have been told, shown, or read about but for some reason it doesn’t sink in until you experience it yourself. Surely the thing that’s nearly universal doesn’t apply to me because I’m a special boy.
Would you consider Thursday the weekend? I technically don’t especially since I regularly work on Saturdays. But last week, I had Saturday off, and I had an evening