An F, for Effort
I'm making an effort of posting in my journal again. That does not mean it's going to be interesting, just that it's going to be posted. Actually, considering my history at this, it doesn't really mean it's going to be posted either. Well, anyway.
I'm thinking part of the reason I stopped posting was that so much I do revolves around work, and I don't want to post about that. Partly because it really isn't very interesting to anyone else, and partly to avoid getting dooced. Today I was running the show on my own, which was interesting, as I've only had two days of training. It would appear that everything went well, but then again, most people don't understand the reports produced anyway, so who know? It is, in any case, a huge improvement to the previous position. So far it has really felt like a vacation. Well. A very dull vacation. That I have to spend at work. Five days a week. Okay, so not like a vacation, but it's been really relaxing compared to what things were like two weeks ago, okay? During slow moments I even get to write some book notes down, and that's always exciting. It's also good in general, as I haven't been able to make myself edit my first book when I'm at home. I have one more day's work on this edit, but I can't seem to make myself complete it. I also can't figure out why, considering how long I've waited to get to just that point. Ah well. Tomorrow.
Well, K has pretty much covered everything else, so I think I'll goof off for a bit before bed.
I'm thinking part of the reason I stopped posting was that so much I do revolves around work, and I don't want to post about that. Partly because it really isn't very interesting to anyone else, and partly to avoid getting dooced. Today I was running the show on my own, which was interesting, as I've only had two days of training. It would appear that everything went well, but then again, most people don't understand the reports produced anyway, so who know? It is, in any case, a huge improvement to the previous position. So far it has really felt like a vacation. Well. A very dull vacation. That I have to spend at work. Five days a week. Okay, so not like a vacation, but it's been really relaxing compared to what things were like two weeks ago, okay? During slow moments I even get to write some book notes down, and that's always exciting. It's also good in general, as I haven't been able to make myself edit my first book when I'm at home. I have one more day's work on this edit, but I can't seem to make myself complete it. I also can't figure out why, considering how long I've waited to get to just that point. Ah well. Tomorrow.
Well, K has pretty much covered everything else, so I think I'll goof off for a bit before bed.