Journaling
Journaling,
I did it for fun the first 3 times. Now I am doing it for a grade. That is a good thing, plus it will help me to vent any frustrations that I have. Flat out I don't want to do it. I don't want to work on all of these websites and postcards and websites and shit that I have due! It is just plain too much work. I have to finish Annie’s postcards, no problem, its just going to take me a couple of extra hours to get everything in the correct order. Ugh. I also am doing daves site, awesome, Dan helped me make a good design, now I just have to buckle down over the next few hours and make it into an actual site.
Uh, as for being a UPM, thank Jesus for the PALM pilot, I would be so lost without me electronic planner. It sure is keeping me on task and in touch. Which reminds me, I should call my PC. . . . . . Remember to do laundry.
So why am I the UPM, I really have no idea, I was shocked. Maybe it's because I wanted it the most. It couldn't have been my portfolio; I didn't spend enough time on my cover letter. Either way I was given the greatest responsibility: caring for and helping everyone one the project achieve their loftiest expectations. Or whatever.
I had no idea what it would be like to be the UPM, but now that I am, I guess I have had this feeling before. This sort of feeling of responsibility. Certainly everyone around me has changed their demeanor; the way that I am treated is very different. It feels weird and sometimes I really feel uncomfortable when people suck up to me. If I can call it that yet.
I also have to suddenly be making decisions on the fly, sometimes I make a wrong suggestion. Always after thinking things over the correct answer is obvious.
Now I have to clean my house. This place is a total mess and my roommates haven't done anything to help clean it. I really appreciate when Mike puts his cloths away (as hard as it is to find space) and I really appreciate when I come home and things like the kitchen is cleaned up and dishes are washed. Reciprocity. Good word.
I did it for fun the first 3 times. Now I am doing it for a grade. That is a good thing, plus it will help me to vent any frustrations that I have. Flat out I don't want to do it. I don't want to work on all of these websites and postcards and websites and shit that I have due! It is just plain too much work. I have to finish Annie’s postcards, no problem, its just going to take me a couple of extra hours to get everything in the correct order. Ugh. I also am doing daves site, awesome, Dan helped me make a good design, now I just have to buckle down over the next few hours and make it into an actual site.
Uh, as for being a UPM, thank Jesus for the PALM pilot, I would be so lost without me electronic planner. It sure is keeping me on task and in touch. Which reminds me, I should call my PC. . . . . . Remember to do laundry.
So why am I the UPM, I really have no idea, I was shocked. Maybe it's because I wanted it the most. It couldn't have been my portfolio; I didn't spend enough time on my cover letter. Either way I was given the greatest responsibility: caring for and helping everyone one the project achieve their loftiest expectations. Or whatever.
I had no idea what it would be like to be the UPM, but now that I am, I guess I have had this feeling before. This sort of feeling of responsibility. Certainly everyone around me has changed their demeanor; the way that I am treated is very different. It feels weird and sometimes I really feel uncomfortable when people suck up to me. If I can call it that yet.
I also have to suddenly be making decisions on the fly, sometimes I make a wrong suggestion. Always after thinking things over the correct answer is obvious.
Now I have to clean my house. This place is a total mess and my roommates haven't done anything to help clean it. I really appreciate when Mike puts his cloths away (as hard as it is to find space) and I really appreciate when I come home and things like the kitchen is cleaned up and dishes are washed. Reciprocity. Good word.