gillpolack @ 2014-05-08T09:04:00
This autumn is surprisingly cold. We've had at least three nights with negative temperatures already.
Last night was one, so I worked late. I dealt with a weather migraine because I couldn't sleep through it, and then I work up early because my neighbours couldn't sleep and decided to do the car-outside-my-bedroom-window thing. Fortunately, my today's meeting is at a coffee shop (for I am a civilised bod and will arrange meetings in coffee shops where I can) and the odd night means I'm almost finished my preparation for it. If I can finish this and finish one of my four forms for today, then I can turn seasonal malaise into jobs well done. That's my theory, anyhow. In practice, what I want to do is curl up and sleep until the autumn weather changes are done.
Today's forms are wildly unexciting, quite difficult, and exceptionally important. They're all also quite large and contain deadlines. There might also be a fifth and sixth task (or sixth and seventh, if I count the meeting) for someone is getting back to me today (ideally, today, but today is not a day to yearn for ideals) with information.
For each form, I have manga or anime or a novel, since my work experience student has decided my education needs expanding again. Last week's novel was a generational ship one so I had her borrow Louise Lawrence's Andra, which made a big impact on me when I was ten or eleven. This week's is Veronica Roth's Divergent. The manga is another volume of Dengeki Daisy, Phantom Thief Jeanne and Ai Kore! The anime is the next season of Clannad. My only other recreational reading before next Wednesday is Django Wexler's The Forbidden Library.
My serious work for the next eight days is to catch up on everything that's fallen behind due to illness. My May deadlines are going to happen, by sheer brute force and focus and by taking one step at a time. Now I want to declaim "So there!" and fall into petulance over a cup of hot coffee. Instead I might see if I can finish the next task.
Last night was one, so I worked late. I dealt with a weather migraine because I couldn't sleep through it, and then I work up early because my neighbours couldn't sleep and decided to do the car-outside-my-bedroom-window thing. Fortunately, my today's meeting is at a coffee shop (for I am a civilised bod and will arrange meetings in coffee shops where I can) and the odd night means I'm almost finished my preparation for it. If I can finish this and finish one of my four forms for today, then I can turn seasonal malaise into jobs well done. That's my theory, anyhow. In practice, what I want to do is curl up and sleep until the autumn weather changes are done.
Today's forms are wildly unexciting, quite difficult, and exceptionally important. They're all also quite large and contain deadlines. There might also be a fifth and sixth task (or sixth and seventh, if I count the meeting) for someone is getting back to me today (ideally, today, but today is not a day to yearn for ideals) with information.
For each form, I have manga or anime or a novel, since my work experience student has decided my education needs expanding again. Last week's novel was a generational ship one so I had her borrow Louise Lawrence's Andra, which made a big impact on me when I was ten or eleven. This week's is Veronica Roth's Divergent. The manga is another volume of Dengeki Daisy, Phantom Thief Jeanne and Ai Kore! The anime is the next season of Clannad. My only other recreational reading before next Wednesday is Django Wexler's The Forbidden Library.
My serious work for the next eight days is to catch up on everything that's fallen behind due to illness. My May deadlines are going to happen, by sheer brute force and focus and by taking one step at a time. Now I want to declaim "So there!" and fall into petulance over a cup of hot coffee. Instead I might see if I can finish the next task.
No comments have been added yet.
