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Jul. 7th, 2020 10:27 amvia https://ift.tt/38zBcaY
yesterday i had, like, the WORST executive function day, which was fine because i spent the morning cleaning the slaughterhouse which means it doesn’t matter how efficiently i did it, there was a defined start and end point and if i wandered in circles a lot it doesn’t matter, the place is scrubbed spotless now, but then i kept getting “stuck” various places staring at things unable to get up or do anything. which was also fine because then farmkid would come and ask me to do something, or i’d wind up pulled into something else by sheer dint of momentum of other people.
today we’ve got a HUGE chicken processing batch to do, over 300– normally we do about 175– so that’s going to be really time-consuming. It should be fine, it’s just. A lot. (We’ve sold out every batch so far this year, like, right away. I have not eaten any chicken yet this year because there’s been none to spare. I didn’t even get the broken bits like i have in the past! hmph.) So we do need to do a huge batch like this, it’s just. A lot.
Last night we found out one of the people who comes and helps is freshly back from a work trip to Florida. she assures us she was on a mostly-empty plane and while in the plague-accurséd state only spoke to three people up close, none of whom were idiots, and that she was masked and never felt unsafe the whole time, and she is a fairly reasonable person so this is believable. But like. Well, we did a survey of the other workers likeliest to have to stand near her, and we all sort of shrugged and deemed it an allowable risk. We all mask, all the time, on chicken day, and she’ll be masked too, and it’s just… i mean, christ, it’s FLORIDA, it’s not like she was… somewhere… uhh… I don’t know what adjective I was going to put in here but it’s weird to be confronted with the knowledge that the US is one of the least safe places in the world at the moment, so, pardon me while I attempt to recalibrate my mind-hole.
No I got nothin’. Anyway.
I have to get dressed and get out there and I’m “stuck” sitting here again. It’s not like i haven’t had any time off, IDK what my brain needs to start semi-working again. I do not have the capacity to analyze that sort of thing. I would like to spend a day in bed but I know that would do the opposite of helping me. It doesn’t help that I got “stuck” scrolling on my computer instead of going to bed– only, worse, I managed to free myself several times but each time my brain was like “no going to bed would be Death” and made me go back to it, and I don’t know what that was about. I still managed to fall asleep before 11 but I am kind of a zombie this morning and don’t know why.
OK gotta go.
yesterday i had, like, the WORST executive function day, which was fine because i spent the morning cleaning the slaughterhouse which means it doesn’t matter how efficiently i did it, there was a defined start and end point and if i wandered in circles a lot it doesn’t matter, the place is scrubbed spotless now, but then i kept getting “stuck” various places staring at things unable to get up or do anything. which was also fine because then farmkid would come and ask me to do something, or i’d wind up pulled into something else by sheer dint of momentum of other people.
today we’ve got a HUGE chicken processing batch to do, over 300– normally we do about 175– so that’s going to be really time-consuming. It should be fine, it’s just. A lot. (We’ve sold out every batch so far this year, like, right away. I have not eaten any chicken yet this year because there’s been none to spare. I didn’t even get the broken bits like i have in the past! hmph.) So we do need to do a huge batch like this, it’s just. A lot.
Last night we found out one of the people who comes and helps is freshly back from a work trip to Florida. she assures us she was on a mostly-empty plane and while in the plague-accurséd state only spoke to three people up close, none of whom were idiots, and that she was masked and never felt unsafe the whole time, and she is a fairly reasonable person so this is believable. But like. Well, we did a survey of the other workers likeliest to have to stand near her, and we all sort of shrugged and deemed it an allowable risk. We all mask, all the time, on chicken day, and she’ll be masked too, and it’s just… i mean, christ, it’s FLORIDA, it’s not like she was… somewhere… uhh… I don’t know what adjective I was going to put in here but it’s weird to be confronted with the knowledge that the US is one of the least safe places in the world at the moment, so, pardon me while I attempt to recalibrate my mind-hole.
No I got nothin’. Anyway.
I have to get dressed and get out there and I’m “stuck” sitting here again. It’s not like i haven’t had any time off, IDK what my brain needs to start semi-working again. I do not have the capacity to analyze that sort of thing. I would like to spend a day in bed but I know that would do the opposite of helping me. It doesn’t help that I got “stuck” scrolling on my computer instead of going to bed– only, worse, I managed to free myself several times but each time my brain was like “no going to bed would be Death” and made me go back to it, and I don’t know what that was about. I still managed to fall asleep before 11 but I am kind of a zombie this morning and don’t know why.
OK gotta go.
