The Payback
Jan. 8th, 2008 06:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakebe
Oh my God, my legs are so sore. It feels like my calves have tightened to half their length, and I have to walk on tiptoes all the time. Oh my God.
Had to work a split shift at work yesterday, which was annoying. We had two people either call in or go home early, and someone grabbed the overtime before I could. When the next person ducked out, I was tapped; I really hate split shifts, because it wrecks my day as if I were working overtime, but I don't get paid for it. There's this big chunk of three hours where I can't go home, but can't really do anything downtown. Ah well, I got some good writing out of it at least.
Speaking of, I'm aiming to bring back![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
writerrabbit. I'm thinking that trying to commit to twice-weekly entries will be just the thing. There's a really great thing going on with FA called the Thursday Prompt; you get a word or phrase, and build something around that idea. I think for now it'll be the springboard for poetry. Have to get my sea legs back before NaPoeWriMo this year. :)
I've noticed a streak of jealousy in me recently, and most of it centers around being online. I'm in a job that is pretty strict about Internet usage; we're not even allowed to visit non-Adobe sites during work. A lot of my friends, however, seem to have lucked into work that gives them the ability to be on for most of the day. Since they can be online at work all day, they don't feel the need to be on after work since they can go on with the rest of their lives, which means I don't get to see them that often. They get to see each other, though, and this establishes a closer bond among them than I'm able to manage right now.
This isn't a new gripe, and I know there are other people who are going through the same exact thing. Worse yet, there are folks who have failing health, financial crises, existential angst, you name it. I'm griping about not being online enough right in your faces. I realize how this makes me look. This, of course, just makes me feel worse. :P
I'm hoping that noticing these spirals and acknowledging them as they happen is one way to actually stop them before they go too far. In a couple of weeks, I'll be feeling kind of depressed but not 'know' why, because I feel like I can't talk about it. The 'soldiering through' bit clearly isn't working. So maybe it's time for being open and flawed, even at the risk of sounding shallow and whiny.
Had to work a split shift at work yesterday, which was annoying. We had two people either call in or go home early, and someone grabbed the overtime before I could. When the next person ducked out, I was tapped; I really hate split shifts, because it wrecks my day as if I were working overtime, but I don't get paid for it. There's this big chunk of three hours where I can't go home, but can't really do anything downtown. Ah well, I got some good writing out of it at least.
Speaking of, I'm aiming to bring back
writerrabbit. I'm thinking that trying to commit to twice-weekly entries will be just the thing. There's a really great thing going on with FA called the Thursday Prompt; you get a word or phrase, and build something around that idea. I think for now it'll be the springboard for poetry. Have to get my sea legs back before NaPoeWriMo this year. :)I've noticed a streak of jealousy in me recently, and most of it centers around being online. I'm in a job that is pretty strict about Internet usage; we're not even allowed to visit non-Adobe sites during work. A lot of my friends, however, seem to have lucked into work that gives them the ability to be on for most of the day. Since they can be online at work all day, they don't feel the need to be on after work since they can go on with the rest of their lives, which means I don't get to see them that often. They get to see each other, though, and this establishes a closer bond among them than I'm able to manage right now.
This isn't a new gripe, and I know there are other people who are going through the same exact thing. Worse yet, there are folks who have failing health, financial crises, existential angst, you name it. I'm griping about not being online enough right in your faces. I realize how this makes me look. This, of course, just makes me feel worse. :P
I'm hoping that noticing these spirals and acknowledging them as they happen is one way to actually stop them before they go too far. In a couple of weeks, I'll be feeling kind of depressed but not 'know' why, because I feel like I can't talk about it. The 'soldiering through' bit clearly isn't working. So maybe it's time for being open and flawed, even at the risk of sounding shallow and whiny.
