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Done This Week
May. 21st, 2023 07:21 am*insert "the days start coming and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming--" infinite meme* Mm. Life sure is happening a whole lot, ain't it?
My assistant, second trainee, same-shift counterpart, whatever you want to call the person, has just announced that he found better-paying work elsewhere. He leaves at the end of the month. Reminder: my second-shift counterpart already left, after an extended-yet-intermittent absence in which I was expected to just guess whether he would show up or not on any given day or week.
So I'm going to be back to working alone. Only this time, there are three shifts instead of two. Two of which are populated entirely by maniacs who have repeatedly and extravagantly damaged machines and tools. Even my boss has admitted that I'm going to be doing the work of three people.
I also have four separate medical appointments happening in June, frantically crammed into the edges of the workday. Which suddenly feels like Too Much. None of them are negotiable; one of them, I will start wars and burn down cities to get to. But still, it feels like I am rapidly approaching a cliff over which I will have to hurl myself, leaving behind any semblance of normal life.
It's a good thing I have a deeply unhealthy sense of personal responsibility that manifests as a desire to be praised for holding up under unreasonable demands, and an equally unhealthy need to serve interests other than my own in an attempt to establish myself as worthy of being kept.
Otherwise, this might kind of suck.
Lewisia: 3 new pieces, plus another bonus piece written
Day job: 43 hours, almost all of which were catastrophically boring and slow (don't get used to it, baby) to the point that I--I, of all people--slacked off by brainstorming story ideas on post-it notes in my workshop
Gardening: weeding, succulent club meeting, moved the overwintering office plants outside at last, planted this year's Three Sisters cluster in patch #1 (so late.......TT___TT)
Listening: Heaven and Hell by Black Sabbath (I do enjoy metal's propensity for noodling about cleverly in the margins)
My assistant, second trainee, same-shift counterpart, whatever you want to call the person, has just announced that he found better-paying work elsewhere. He leaves at the end of the month. Reminder: my second-shift counterpart already left, after an extended-yet-intermittent absence in which I was expected to just guess whether he would show up or not on any given day or week.
So I'm going to be back to working alone. Only this time, there are three shifts instead of two. Two of which are populated entirely by maniacs who have repeatedly and extravagantly damaged machines and tools. Even my boss has admitted that I'm going to be doing the work of three people.
I also have four separate medical appointments happening in June, frantically crammed into the edges of the workday. Which suddenly feels like Too Much. None of them are negotiable; one of them, I will start wars and burn down cities to get to. But still, it feels like I am rapidly approaching a cliff over which I will have to hurl myself, leaving behind any semblance of normal life.
It's a good thing I have a deeply unhealthy sense of personal responsibility that manifests as a desire to be praised for holding up under unreasonable demands, and an equally unhealthy need to serve interests other than my own in an attempt to establish myself as worthy of being kept.
Otherwise, this might kind of suck.
Lewisia: 3 new pieces, plus another bonus piece written
Day job: 43 hours, almost all of which were catastrophically boring and slow (don't get used to it, baby) to the point that I--I, of all people--slacked off by brainstorming story ideas on post-it notes in my workshop
Gardening: weeding, succulent club meeting, moved the overwintering office plants outside at last, planted this year's Three Sisters cluster in patch #1 (so late.......TT___TT)
Listening: Heaven and Hell by Black Sabbath (I do enjoy metal's propensity for noodling about cleverly in the margins)
