What Would A Recovering Alcoholic Do?
I worked 8 hours yesterday and then again today. And I feel like I deserve a ribbon or a trophy or $1,000 or something, which is pretty sad considering that lots of people (millions!) (possibly hundreds of millions!) do this five days a week with little complaint. How do people do this? In my defense, the work is not even close to being comparable to office work, where you get to sit down at least sometimes and probably especially when you're eating lunch, and maybe have a moment or two where your mind can drift off and maybe you can check your damn e-mail or something. Not this job, though. It's balls-to-the-wall-do-this-do-that-hurry-the-fuck-up for 8 hours straight. There were maybe 10 non-consecutive minutes today where I didn't have anything urgent to do, but those moments are actually bad, because it gets harder to reach optimum balls-to-the-wall,-etc. levels again after a slowdown.
So coming home after one of these days automatically means that I don't have to do a goddamn thing I don't want to do for the rest of the night. Unfortunately, though, no it doesn't.
This is me procrastinating from opening combat operations on the dustbunnies and dishes. And toilets.
I've been trying to deal with this via my new WWARAD? policy: Baby Steps. Yesterday, I emptied what was left in the dishwasher and put some of the dirty dishes in there. Not all - baby steps - some. This has worked, though not because I'm good at taking a second baby step, but because if stuff sits around long enough, Other gets annoyed enough to do it himself.
I worked 8 hours yesterday and then again today. And I feel like I deserve a ribbon or a trophy or $1,000 or something, which is pretty sad considering that lots of people (millions!) (possibly hundreds of millions!) do this five days a week with little complaint. How do people do this? In my defense, the work is not even close to being comparable to office work, where you get to sit down at least sometimes and probably especially when you're eating lunch, and maybe have a moment or two where your mind can drift off and maybe you can check your damn e-mail or something. Not this job, though. It's balls-to-the-wall-do-this-do-that-hurry-the-fuck-up for 8 hours straight. There were maybe 10 non-consecutive minutes today where I didn't have anything urgent to do, but those moments are actually bad, because it gets harder to reach optimum balls-to-the-wall,-etc. levels again after a slowdown.
So coming home after one of these days automatically means that I don't have to do a goddamn thing I don't want to do for the rest of the night. Unfortunately, though, no it doesn't.
This is me procrastinating from opening combat operations on the dustbunnies and dishes. And toilets.
I've been trying to deal with this via my new WWARAD? policy: Baby Steps. Yesterday, I emptied what was left in the dishwasher and put some of the dirty dishes in there. Not all - baby steps - some. This has worked, though not because I'm good at taking a second baby step, but because if stuff sits around long enough, Other gets annoyed enough to do it himself.
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