I have ten minutes left in the last break of my work day, and I don’t know if I’m going to have any time to blog or write after work today. So here we are, in the imperiled lands of stream of consciousness. If you see James Joyce gutted with a spear a few miles back, uh, you never saw me, okay?
Things seem to be falling into place a little better at the day job today. I woke up tired but not particularly sick, a trend that has thankfully continued throughout the rest of the day. The work is now more of that, work, albeit in a training environment, so I’m getting the hang of the software I’m going to be working with. And while I’ve had trouble focusing, it hasn’t been hopelessly so. I’m pretty sure I’m still too slow for the standards of performing the actual job, but it’s been sort of vague so far, and due to the training requiring me to write down my plan and check it with a trainer before I actually do it, I know I can go faster pretty much by default once I’m not having all of my work double-checked. Doing it this way has been a very useful training exercise, though. Effective! Always good.
Five minutes left.
I’ve also found that hanging out for an hour after work is pretty tops in terms of having time to get some writing done. Basically no one’s in the kitchen/lounge/whatever past 5pm, so working on my laptop until 6 or so isn’t awkward. And then the traffic’s cleared up so I’m not in a hell commute.
That won’t be the case today, as I have somewhere to be at six, so I can’t wait out the traffic. Alas. But having a rhythm where I spend longer at my physical place of work but still get to do my own stuff and be off the clock for the extra bit is a nice enough compromise for now.
So things are going okay. Not great, but okay. And I’m okay with that.
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