Posts Tagged ‘work’

…for everything else, but great for whining. it’s whine-fest monday!
i am tired, and sad that i don’t even feel like i have the right to be saying that. i’m entering week 2 of the lull, and starting to feel absolutely uncomfortable. i need work soon. money is one thing, of course, but there is a [...]


fell asleep in the middle of a skype conversation last night, and woke up to a chat screen filled with hello? hello? HELLO? how embarrassing.
in between falling asleep on friends, singing, and working on ridiculous assignments (more on that later), i am trying to finish mark haddon’s a spot of bother before i embark on my [...]


…blog.
the work remains unfinished, yet my day is nearly done. i have a 3,500-word translation due early tomorrow morning, which, in industry terms, means an almost two-day work. but i have been known to complete two weeks worth of work in two nights, so i fear not, really.
i can’t think about work tonight because i’m a [...]


…i blog.
it’s an old habit (so it dies not). procrastination back-fired on me this time, and i have too much work due yesterday. and since i cannot decide which to do first (either way, i see an early demise) i decided to blog. rant. vent. and hopefully, find the motivation to overcome the panic, and [...]


losing control

17Jul08

i seem to be on that crazy roll toward too much, too fast again. i remember walking home, exhausted, a couple of days back, and thinking to myself that i really must make a firm decision to assign one day… just one day… each week to r & r. look where i am now.
meant to [...]


got up three hours later than i had meant to, but got off to a swimming start on the translation work anyway… which, unfortunately, lasted but two hours. by and large, i enjoy translation work, but cannot seem to stick to it for any extended period of time. so now, with twelve hours to finish [...]


stalkers

06Jul08

what a day.
first, the wheezing (always the wheezing). wheezing is a really terrible thing to have happen to you. the sound itself is enough to send anyone scuttling to the other end of the room. air may be a free commodity, but the pain you experience when you have to tear out your lungs to [...]