Brief Update
I haven't posted on LJ since the 9th of November.
Um... oops?
And hello!
Things to know:
I got a different job -- I had been driving 25 minutes to work and back, and when I found it was going to become more expensive to work there (going to $30 polos as a uniform; I would have to buy at LEAST 5 because I don't do laundry on a regular basis and unclean shirts are gross), I put some serious effort into finding a position that would be closer to home and be a little closer to my personal education philosophy. I'm at a school in my hometown now, which reduced my half-hour commute to... a minute and a half. And I got a pay bump.
So, needless to say, I'm a little bit happier in my professional life.
However, when it comes to being, to be artistically fulfilled... bah.
I haven't been able to write anything of consequence for like two weeks and I'm starting to get itchy, especially since I've been trying to finish my part of a series of short stories... it's one of those things where I don't even feel a base level of satisfaction with the work I've done... it's not perfectionism kicking its ugly head up, you know? It's just an overabundance of meh.
I could write some more -- I had some thoughts after Newtown. I had some thoughts about Advent I wanted to share but... yeah. I think I'm a bit done. I'll try and write more later!
Um... oops?
And hello!
Things to know:
I got a different job -- I had been driving 25 minutes to work and back, and when I found it was going to become more expensive to work there (going to $30 polos as a uniform; I would have to buy at LEAST 5 because I don't do laundry on a regular basis and unclean shirts are gross), I put some serious effort into finding a position that would be closer to home and be a little closer to my personal education philosophy. I'm at a school in my hometown now, which reduced my half-hour commute to... a minute and a half. And I got a pay bump.
So, needless to say, I'm a little bit happier in my professional life.
However, when it comes to being, to be artistically fulfilled... bah.
I haven't been able to write anything of consequence for like two weeks and I'm starting to get itchy, especially since I've been trying to finish my part of a series of short stories... it's one of those things where I don't even feel a base level of satisfaction with the work I've done... it's not perfectionism kicking its ugly head up, you know? It's just an overabundance of meh.
I could write some more -- I had some thoughts after Newtown. I had some thoughts about Advent I wanted to share but... yeah. I think I'm a bit done. I'll try and write more later!