Blog Post No. 709
There was a period of time where I was listening to podcasts all the time. I would put a specific one on in the morning while I got ready for work, I’d listen to a different one to go for a walk, and others in bed trying to wind down at the end of the day. I don’t really know why I stopped. It’s not like I want to be alone with my thoughts.
I don’t want to do anything right now. It’s probably partially due to how busy the last few weeks have been, but I don’t even want to write this post. The only way I even managed to get as far as this first paragraph was because I finally thought of the topic (which is I’m tired and don’t want to do anything) and that was enough momentum to at least start and as I’ve mentioned many times before,
There’s an interesting (and totally understandable) cycle that happens at my day job. The crux of it is that there’s a lot of hurry-up and wait in my position. What tends to happen is a lot of inquires come in, or there are questions that need an answer from a supervisor, and it all gets backed up onto lists and charts, and then all at once, answers come, details are confirmed, decisions are made, and I have a bunch of things to finish now.
In a few weeks, August 27th to be exact, I’ll be co-hosting a short story workshop with
I’m concerned that this is a thing now. I’m in a position at the day job where I get paid vacation, but I feel like it’s impossible to actually use it. I’m trying to get better at leaving work at work, but there’s a certain amount of
I have a whiteboard on my wall behind my desk. I got it a long time ago when I saw a friend using one for keeping track of projects in university and thought it would be helpful for me. It was for a bit, but I stopped updating it after a while. I picked it back up during lockdowns, hanging on the wall and filling in projects. It wasn’t too long into being back to the day job that it fell dormant again.
Putting on a facade or persona is nothing new. Without any research or knowledge, I assume we’ve been putting on faces in public since before there’s been humans as we know it. There’s our true self, scared and selfish, who we are with our families and friends, our public persona, and even who we pretend to be at work. I don’t mean to insinuate that it’s a bad thing. I think it’s just the way we are. But it does mean we are not always honest, even with ourselves.
As a boy, the best time of the year was summer vacation. Like so many other kids, I counted down the minutes to recess, the days to the weekend, and the weeks to summer. As an adult, I’m able to look back a bit more fondly on grade school, but most of that is nostalgia for a simpler time and the 