2nd November

Despite yesterday being Monday, always a shitty day of a stream of work priority shifts, it was alright. Only one priority shift and one extended conversation about planning and crap.

Which means you can just get on and do some stuff.

It's becoming more clear Andy is a bit lot of a chaos engine. And he can't schedule to save his life. Gives out mixed signals. Eh. Pfft.

Got a meeting with him this Friday. Still not sure where I'm going with it - beyond the plan for talking about strategy. There's a possibility I might end up saying... and yesterday was my last day at work. Depends. How it goes. There's definitely enough there to make that a very real possibility. We shall see.

Also, after a conversation with a friend about it yesterday, it's becoming really unshakable that I should just Do Shit. Even though it may put me in a precarious position in 2 years time. Well. Precarious. Like 8 years to realistically figure out what to do. So. For me. Precarious. For sane people. Plenty of breathing room.

Everyone I talk to about doing something else work wise, their first response is. Good. Do it.

It's kinda funny.

But eh yeah. What do "people" know eh. Pfft.

The various bullshit symptoms and illness and whatever it is have been a little quieter. I have also now decided to just call the whole thing BSD - Bullshit Disease. I am suffering from BSD. Vague hand wavey, hard to diagnose, always there, always shit, slopey shoulder NHS kinda syndrome. I think BSD is more succinct.

Despite the symptoms coming down a notch - most notably the dizziness has faded back into just a general low level woozy at times - I am tired. Tired. Tired. Tired. And my sleep is full of unsettling dreams. Illness. Loss. Dogs. Big yikes.

Positivesssssss....

Got some hole punches through the post today. Like. Big. Heavy. Steel. Hit with hammer. Kind of punches. What, you might say, the fuck are they for ? Mmm. Cutting stuff out, obviously. I need to cut some felt out in perfect shapes. A lot of them. So. Punch tool it is. Like most people these days, I seriously wonder if I am not ADHD. Perhaps we all tend that way these days because of modern influences. Phones. Short videos. Faster. No time.

Anywho. Gotta start thinking about how to make tiny bases. For models and shit.

But. First. I really need to rest.

Always. Need. To. Rest.

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