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Working SCW's shift is tiring. 11 is too early in the morning, and I don't get home that much earlier. But it's a crucial bit of earlier: I can feasibly have dinner with people. Tonight I'm going out to dinner with Z and his mom. So, that'll be nice.
I got good news about my schedule. Well, it's kind of mixed news. But it's not bad news.
The good: I'm going to have a Tuesday-Saturday schedule, which means I'll have Sundays and Mondays off. So, one day to overlap with Z.
Also, instead of working 11-7:30 on Saturdays, I'll work 9:00-3:30.
Which means I can do things on Sat nights.
I GET TO HAVE A LIFE.
The downside is that you make about $75 less working 9-3 instead of 11-7. And Sundays are big money days as well: last Sunday I made about $400 in 8 hours. Tuesdays? You're lucky to make $50. On an average week, I'll probably make about $100-200 less, working Tuesdays and the reduced Saturdays.
But I am making enough money. I don't need the money. I would rather have a life. I'm not ready to quit the job. I can take a pay cut in return for having a life.
We'll see how it goes.
Of late I have been too tired to do anything productive upon coming home. Instead I've been trying to catch up on old emails and lj comments. I've wound up rereading a bunch of my old entries. I sort of like my own writing, and it's interesting to see what I was saying in the past-- but it feels like someone else wrote those old entries, even the ones from last month. I don't remember having those dreams or reaching those conclusions or seeing the world that way.
How strange. How oddly transient the here-and-now is; how strange to think that my own life is only passingly familiar in recollection. Many of these things may as well have happened to someone else for all I remember of them.
It is very sad and backwards, however, that reading my old blog entries makes me feel better about my writing skills than reading my old novel drafts.
I got good news about my schedule. Well, it's kind of mixed news. But it's not bad news.
The good: I'm going to have a Tuesday-Saturday schedule, which means I'll have Sundays and Mondays off. So, one day to overlap with Z.
Also, instead of working 11-7:30 on Saturdays, I'll work 9:00-3:30.
Which means I can do things on Sat nights.
I GET TO HAVE A LIFE.
The downside is that you make about $75 less working 9-3 instead of 11-7. And Sundays are big money days as well: last Sunday I made about $400 in 8 hours. Tuesdays? You're lucky to make $50. On an average week, I'll probably make about $100-200 less, working Tuesdays and the reduced Saturdays.
But I am making enough money. I don't need the money. I would rather have a life. I'm not ready to quit the job. I can take a pay cut in return for having a life.
We'll see how it goes.
Of late I have been too tired to do anything productive upon coming home. Instead I've been trying to catch up on old emails and lj comments. I've wound up rereading a bunch of my old entries. I sort of like my own writing, and it's interesting to see what I was saying in the past-- but it feels like someone else wrote those old entries, even the ones from last month. I don't remember having those dreams or reaching those conclusions or seeing the world that way.
How strange. How oddly transient the here-and-now is; how strange to think that my own life is only passingly familiar in recollection. Many of these things may as well have happened to someone else for all I remember of them.
It is very sad and backwards, however, that reading my old blog entries makes me feel better about my writing skills than reading my old novel drafts.
