4412: Jumping Ship
We [they] fired somebody yesterday [Wednesday], so more paperwork. It went surprisingly painlessly--the paperwork, I mean--I suppose because it's so much easier to just dump it in the trash, as it were, than to meticulously arrange things.
Hire: "We need this and this and this, and they all have to be in a precise arrangement!"
Fire: "Eh, dump it all."
I get that--I just don't remember why the other ones we've done were so hard. This particular one bugs Miss Priss and me a bit, tho--the person was only here for like two months \=' [that's not gonna beat Dan's co-worker's "He quit after the first day!"* record, by far]
*co-worker made the dude--who was training to be a store manager--clean toilets, a winning way to welcome a guy
I'm glad I stopped doing daily sketches [though if you follow the link you can see I'm still doing NOT-daily sketches], because I've been enjoying naps of late. Daily, even. I do admit my art has taken a downturn since quitting, but I think that would've collapsed either way due to the unnecessary stress from the way I'd been handling it... go bonkers trying to manage quality while also completing on a constricted time schedule? PASS.
I think I'm such a shallow sleeper because I learned early on that I enjoy waking up and not NECESSARILY having to get up. It's been exceedingly rare, for the duration of my entire conscious life, when I've gone to bed with the intent of getting "a good night's sleep" and I have NOT woken up until I had to get up, absolutely no sleeping in any longer.
Granted, I think I'm always tired because, in sleep, I can escape the trappings of regular life, and it's like an addiction =p Even after the worst nightmares I've ever had, I go straight back to sleep [they're always in the middle of the night/during a nap], just because--dammit--I was comfy. [Also, maybe new dreams will erase the nightmares, though I still remember the worst ones.]
Also, I've been trying to use the exercise bike, despite its needing a severe tune-up [which I could theoretically self-teach with all this EXTRA FREE TIME I have now, but I'd also sooner pay somebody and just spend that time actually biking/reading]. I finished Stephen King's Christine--which isn't quite what I expected [the epilogue is a nice branching off from the beaten trope, and makes perfect sense, considering], but given the shit I'd read in the recent past, it was definitely one of the better reads of recent history. I think had I read it after I'd read Mortal Engines or Mogworld or those, I'd maybe think less of it, but pretty much anything's gonna be an improvement over that Clive Barker tripe |=/
Anyway, I've moved on to Isaac Asimov's Nemesis. To my irritation, it starts off almost EXACTLY like the NaNoWriMo book I would've written this year... -_- but then, hey, takes the pressure off me to write it now! =C
Hire: "We need this and this and this, and they all have to be in a precise arrangement!"
Fire: "Eh, dump it all."
I get that--I just don't remember why the other ones we've done were so hard. This particular one bugs Miss Priss and me a bit, tho--the person was only here for like two months \=' [that's not gonna beat Dan's co-worker's "He quit after the first day!"* record, by far]
*co-worker made the dude--who was training to be a store manager--clean toilets, a winning way to welcome a guy
I'm glad I stopped doing daily sketches [though if you follow the link you can see I'm still doing NOT-daily sketches], because I've been enjoying naps of late. Daily, even. I do admit my art has taken a downturn since quitting, but I think that would've collapsed either way due to the unnecessary stress from the way I'd been handling it... go bonkers trying to manage quality while also completing on a constricted time schedule? PASS.
I think I'm such a shallow sleeper because I learned early on that I enjoy waking up and not NECESSARILY having to get up. It's been exceedingly rare, for the duration of my entire conscious life, when I've gone to bed with the intent of getting "a good night's sleep" and I have NOT woken up until I had to get up, absolutely no sleeping in any longer.
Granted, I think I'm always tired because, in sleep, I can escape the trappings of regular life, and it's like an addiction =p Even after the worst nightmares I've ever had, I go straight back to sleep [they're always in the middle of the night/during a nap], just because--dammit--I was comfy. [Also, maybe new dreams will erase the nightmares, though I still remember the worst ones.]
Also, I've been trying to use the exercise bike, despite its needing a severe tune-up [which I could theoretically self-teach with all this EXTRA FREE TIME I have now, but I'd also sooner pay somebody and just spend that time actually biking/reading]. I finished Stephen King's Christine--which isn't quite what I expected [the epilogue is a nice branching off from the beaten trope, and makes perfect sense, considering], but given the shit I'd read in the recent past, it was definitely one of the better reads of recent history. I think had I read it after I'd read Mortal Engines or Mogworld or those, I'd maybe think less of it, but pretty much anything's gonna be an improvement over that Clive Barker tripe |=/
Anyway, I've moved on to Isaac Asimov's Nemesis. To my irritation, it starts off almost EXACTLY like the NaNoWriMo book I would've written this year... -_- but then, hey, takes the pressure off me to write it now! =C