This time last year…
This time last year, I was working at Craeteve Lesince. I was stressed out, over-worked, under-paid, taken for granted, and verbally abused. I was so looking forward to spending the long weekend to get a rough draft out on a script since the last couple of months had been so hellacious at work, I didn’t have the time, motivation, energy or morale to think creatively. But instead, I was in so much neck-pain that I couldn’t move. I could only lie in bed for four days straight. Apparently, my trapezius was sore and stiff from stress. All the torment was manifesting itself physically. When I needed more time off the next week, I was yelled at and ordered to come into the office anyway. It was a month before Christmas and I was in no position financially to quit. And he knew that.
Incidentally, I quit January 3.
This year, I have no idea what’s going on but again, I have 4 days to commit to my projects. Though tomorrow I’m baking cookies and whipping up garlic mashed potatoes, I think I’ll be very productive. Since last winter I achieved my goals, I’ve doubled them this year and am going to be diligent. Maybe this is my variation of New Years Resolution since I hate New Years and I hate resolutions. All I know is that I’m much better off professionally, and I have to get on it to keep it that way.
I have two anthrobiological essays burning a hole in my brain, in the mean time. I’ll get them out soon.