A music that could bring us all together again
I am having such a good day. This is brilliant, since many of the days lately have been spectacularly shite.
My first ever post grad essay is DONE and even though I don't have a whole lot of confidence in how well it was done, it feels good to have actually completed something in this crazy world.
Today I have also completed the following.
Sleep.
Laundry.
Shower.
Hurrah for me! (And I lied about the laundry, which is currently completing itself.)
I am listening to Music That Brings Us All Together Again, by Jason Webley, which is a song full of love and power. I also successfully listened to Amanda's The Ship song for the first time in about two months without crying. Then I ate some M&Ms in bed, and read all the Lydia bits in Finding Cassie Crazy.
Also, it's sunny. And I might have lunch with the parents. Should probably put on something more than a towel and ring 'em.
Let's see, here's some crap from last week.
Going to New Brighton which is far from home and near the sea. (Tsunami nightmares ahoy! Also imagine walking home from New Brighton. Shitty shitty panicy imagination.) Not being given enough information to do my job. Being left alone with the public without enough information to to my job. No one showing up for me to do my job on. Because study support for high school kids at nine in the morning in school holidays, especially the first school holiday's after an earthquake in which their local suburbs were very badly hit, is a STUPID IDEA. The public getting angry at me for denying them computers. The public getting angry at me for not being able to explain exactly how a group booking of library computers worked and why I couldn't override it just for them.
Usually I can deal with the public being angry at me because I know that they're not actually angry at me, just the situation/organisation I happen to be a part of, and separating the two is easy. But not lately, dammit. Everything feels personal. And I was having problems handling the fact that things were out of my control. Normally I can roll with it.
And then general, bad mood, going to fail at life, plus other people I love are having a hard time, plus ARGH.
Still.
The last couple of days have been better. I've been working with people I like and can laugh with and make fun of really awful short stories on the national radio program with and get high on meth(ylated spirits) with. Plus, we're doing good things for this really low decile primary school, and that feels so much better than sitting at New Brighton doing nothing of any use (except that time that guy who looked like Mitchell from Being Human came in and I stalked him with my eyes.)
And I saw a treehouse with a child-made yellow sticker on it. Heartbreakingly adorable.
Next week I'm up to Palmerston North to work, and hopefully the good will continue, and I won't start getting antsy about being too far from home, and I will be able to spend the food budget they give me on cheap food and expensive wine and good company.
My first ever post grad essay is DONE and even though I don't have a whole lot of confidence in how well it was done, it feels good to have actually completed something in this crazy world.
Today I have also completed the following.
Sleep.
Laundry.
Shower.
Hurrah for me! (And I lied about the laundry, which is currently completing itself.)
I am listening to Music That Brings Us All Together Again, by Jason Webley, which is a song full of love and power. I also successfully listened to Amanda's The Ship song for the first time in about two months without crying. Then I ate some M&Ms in bed, and read all the Lydia bits in Finding Cassie Crazy.
Also, it's sunny. And I might have lunch with the parents. Should probably put on something more than a towel and ring 'em.
Let's see, here's some crap from last week.
Going to New Brighton which is far from home and near the sea. (Tsunami nightmares ahoy! Also imagine walking home from New Brighton. Shitty shitty panicy imagination.) Not being given enough information to do my job. Being left alone with the public without enough information to to my job. No one showing up for me to do my job on. Because study support for high school kids at nine in the morning in school holidays, especially the first school holiday's after an earthquake in which their local suburbs were very badly hit, is a STUPID IDEA. The public getting angry at me for denying them computers. The public getting angry at me for not being able to explain exactly how a group booking of library computers worked and why I couldn't override it just for them.
Usually I can deal with the public being angry at me because I know that they're not actually angry at me, just the situation/organisation I happen to be a part of, and separating the two is easy. But not lately, dammit. Everything feels personal. And I was having problems handling the fact that things were out of my control. Normally I can roll with it.
And then general, bad mood, going to fail at life, plus other people I love are having a hard time, plus ARGH.
Still.
The last couple of days have been better. I've been working with people I like and can laugh with and make fun of really awful short stories on the national radio program with and get high on meth(ylated spirits) with. Plus, we're doing good things for this really low decile primary school, and that feels so much better than sitting at New Brighton doing nothing of any use (except that time that guy who looked like Mitchell from Being Human came in and I stalked him with my eyes.)
And I saw a treehouse with a child-made yellow sticker on it. Heartbreakingly adorable.
Next week I'm up to Palmerston North to work, and hopefully the good will continue, and I won't start getting antsy about being too far from home, and I will be able to spend the food budget they give me on cheap food and expensive wine and good company.