Lake Lewisia #540

She was careful how she talked about herself to others or in her own mind, even if that meant the search for better choices made her speak slow and stuttering. No matter how little cash she had, she never called herself “broke,” since she was not broken; no matter how bad the odds she faced, she never called herself “doomed.” Somewhere between self-esteem and superstition, she had decided never to invite in meanings she did not fully intend to be true.

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LL#540

plague journaling

I don't normally post anything in particular from my daily gratitude journaling, though I do tally it as part of my done this week posts. It's not really riveting information for anyone else and it's often personal in ways that need not be shared. However! Today, I shall share this:

I am so utterly grateful I got hired into my current department when I first started with the company, rather than any of the others. I technically interviewed for all the departments and the supervisors got to duke it out amongst themselves as to who wanted/needed me more.

I have not previously had any particular contact with the other departments, so I couldn't say if I ended up with the best one (for me). Gonna say yes, yes I did. Because the one I'm helping out right now is just...boring as fuck. And I am a person with a high tolerance for and indeed natural enjoyment of repetitive tasks. But this? This isn't even rhythmic, which is apparently what makes the difference for me. It's just the exact same thing for hours on end, with almost no change in movements, no pattern, no groove.



I'm going to be so happy to go back to my home department. I'm even looking forward to getting back to the cursed work order when the machine gets fixed. Monday, hopefully. Let me run that job I can't stand. Just give me back to my beloved, finicky, ancient machines. I'm content with them.