The last month has been eventful. In multiple ways, good and bad.
As some of you may be aware, I had a job. And the emphasis is on had, because I don't have it any longer. It didn't work out. I was able to handle my job just fine when I was working ordinary hours and things were quieter. But over the past few weeks, this had started to change. Working conditions generally were getting worse. I was working overtime every week, I was having to work with particularly nasty chemicals, and I had to clean up after small children, which was gross and stressful because I don't like small children. While I tried to hide my distaste, I was less successful than I thought and my boss offered to shift my hours.
I'd have accepted that without much thought... if the changed hours weren't from 7:30 PM to 2:00 AM, except one day when I'd be working 11:00 AM to 7:30 PM (except actually usually around 9:00 PM). And I didn't have to shift to that new schedule in two days.
For a while I angsted over what this meant for my work ethic, but after talking to some people I've decided that I just am not good at emotionally handling that kind of work and it's better I left, because if I didn't things would have gradually gotten worse and I might have lost the job anyway, but on worse terms. Multiple people I know, offline and online, have said that they could tell the job was making my mental stability decline.
So now I'm job searching again. Hardly a worse time for it, though I'm hoping that I might be able to sell my art (and possibly writing) to--I won't say make ends meet, because I am nowhere near that good, but at least make it so my debt from graduate school doesn't grow as quickly. Or let me occasionally get new supplies. One or the other, most likely.
Other than that... well, there's some stuff that's private enough I only want to talk about it in an access list entry, but in this public one I will say that I missed leaf peeping season. Pretty much all of them have turned already and I didn't get to go to any of the nice woods I know where you can admire all the pretty colors. Perhaps next year. One of my orchids is starting to form buds, so there's at least that. I'll post photos if and when they fully
I also wrote something for a contest on the SCP wiki and it did adequately. Go check it out here, if you like that sort of thing.
Lastly, I got to rejoin one of my RPG groups. We're going to be starting Wildsea--it's a game where your PCs sail a vessel over a planet-spanning ocean of trees--and have designed this awesome living manta ray-esque research vessel together. Really looking forward to making my character and getting to play.
As some of you may be aware, I had a job. And the emphasis is on had, because I don't have it any longer. It didn't work out. I was able to handle my job just fine when I was working ordinary hours and things were quieter. But over the past few weeks, this had started to change. Working conditions generally were getting worse. I was working overtime every week, I was having to work with particularly nasty chemicals, and I had to clean up after small children, which was gross and stressful because I don't like small children. While I tried to hide my distaste, I was less successful than I thought and my boss offered to shift my hours.
I'd have accepted that without much thought... if the changed hours weren't from 7:30 PM to 2:00 AM, except one day when I'd be working 11:00 AM to 7:30 PM (except actually usually around 9:00 PM). And I didn't have to shift to that new schedule in two days.
For a while I angsted over what this meant for my work ethic, but after talking to some people I've decided that I just am not good at emotionally handling that kind of work and it's better I left, because if I didn't things would have gradually gotten worse and I might have lost the job anyway, but on worse terms. Multiple people I know, offline and online, have said that they could tell the job was making my mental stability decline.
So now I'm job searching again. Hardly a worse time for it, though I'm hoping that I might be able to sell my art (and possibly writing) to--I won't say make ends meet, because I am nowhere near that good, but at least make it so my debt from graduate school doesn't grow as quickly. Or let me occasionally get new supplies. One or the other, most likely.
Other than that... well, there's some stuff that's private enough I only want to talk about it in an access list entry, but in this public one I will say that I missed leaf peeping season. Pretty much all of them have turned already and I didn't get to go to any of the nice woods I know where you can admire all the pretty colors. Perhaps next year. One of my orchids is starting to form buds, so there's at least that. I'll post photos if and when they fully
I also wrote something for a contest on the SCP wiki and it did adequately. Go check it out here, if you like that sort of thing.
Lastly, I got to rejoin one of my RPG groups. We're going to be starting Wildsea--it's a game where your PCs sail a vessel over a planet-spanning ocean of trees--and have designed this awesome living manta ray-esque research vessel together. Really looking forward to making my character and getting to play.




