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Boredom, mainly. And ideal worlds.
Aug. 18th, 2003 07:56 pmI didn't mention that we went to Mammoth Caves this weekend, did I? Or, to be more specific, we didn't. But we planned the whole thing on Thursday evening. I was actually about to book our hotel room and sign up for a tour when I pointed out that I thought I'd rather stay home for the weekend. M looked extremely relieved and said, "me too!" so we didn't go after all. We used to do that quite a lot.. plan mini-vacations and then not go. It's like we get all the fun out of the trip in the planning and then get too tired of the whole thing to actually go. We're crazy. But I think actually the problem is that the weekends are too short to be busy.. we just need something to look forward to during the week. I'm glad we didn't go, actually, since we had such a good time at home.
I'm feeling much better today, btw. I was so sick when I went to bed.. extremely queasy. I hate queasy. I don't know what it was about, because I feel much better today and there were no.. consequences of queasiness, at least. Isn't that a tactful way of putting it? The only thing I've had a problem with today is hunger. My stomach hurts when I get hungry. Here I am, rationalizing eating more. :) Like I need it.
Today has been much less stressful than some days. Monday mornings are always a lot of work (we're closed on Sundays, yet produce still rots), but this afternoon, I'm pretty much done with all the sucky bits and I just have to wait for customers to come in. And there have been more of those than last week, too, which helps alleviate the boredom. When we're busy-busy, I really don't mind it all that much.. that's probably why I've been so unhappy with my job lately. Our customers (largely senior citizens) have garden vegetables now, though, so things are a little slower than before. And did I mention that we're considering closing down for two months after Christmas? Cliff, the guy we bought it from, apparently made a bit of money around Christmas-fruit baskets-and then lost it trying to stay open during January and February. That's not too much longer. Two whole months of doing nothing sounds awfully good. Aagh. I can't believe it's this far into the year already. Seems like it should be May still and not time to think about Christmas shopping.
Magnus has been nagging me to write a book. I would actually like to write, but I don't really know what I want to write about, which makes it a little more difficult. I've considered doing the romance novel thing for quite some time. The trouble is that I've read too many of them. There are no longer any original plots, and certainly no original characters.
You know what I'd really like to do, in an ideal world? I'd like to spend about 20% of my time on design, 40% on maintenance and updates, 5% on administrational tasks related to business endeavors, and about 25% of time writing. (Yes, I know it doesn't add up. Fill the rest in with housework and errands.) That sort of lifestyle is kind of hard to arrange, though. If you noticed one key percentage missing, you might know why it's hard to arrange-not a single moment of marketing. :) I hate dealing with people, though, so it has no place in my ideal world.
I'd like to say that eventually, I'll stop rambling about work and jobs, but it would probably be a lie. Either I go back to not working, in which case I'll whine about not contributing to society, or I get a real job. But even if I like this real job, I'm sure there'll be something that annoys me about it. See how pessimistic I've become?
I'm feeling much better today, btw. I was so sick when I went to bed.. extremely queasy. I hate queasy. I don't know what it was about, because I feel much better today and there were no.. consequences of queasiness, at least. Isn't that a tactful way of putting it? The only thing I've had a problem with today is hunger. My stomach hurts when I get hungry. Here I am, rationalizing eating more. :) Like I need it.
Today has been much less stressful than some days. Monday mornings are always a lot of work (we're closed on Sundays, yet produce still rots), but this afternoon, I'm pretty much done with all the sucky bits and I just have to wait for customers to come in. And there have been more of those than last week, too, which helps alleviate the boredom. When we're busy-busy, I really don't mind it all that much.. that's probably why I've been so unhappy with my job lately. Our customers (largely senior citizens) have garden vegetables now, though, so things are a little slower than before. And did I mention that we're considering closing down for two months after Christmas? Cliff, the guy we bought it from, apparently made a bit of money around Christmas-fruit baskets-and then lost it trying to stay open during January and February. That's not too much longer. Two whole months of doing nothing sounds awfully good. Aagh. I can't believe it's this far into the year already. Seems like it should be May still and not time to think about Christmas shopping.
Magnus has been nagging me to write a book. I would actually like to write, but I don't really know what I want to write about, which makes it a little more difficult. I've considered doing the romance novel thing for quite some time. The trouble is that I've read too many of them. There are no longer any original plots, and certainly no original characters.
You know what I'd really like to do, in an ideal world? I'd like to spend about 20% of my time on design, 40% on maintenance and updates, 5% on administrational tasks related to business endeavors, and about 25% of time writing. (Yes, I know it doesn't add up. Fill the rest in with housework and errands.) That sort of lifestyle is kind of hard to arrange, though. If you noticed one key percentage missing, you might know why it's hard to arrange-not a single moment of marketing. :) I hate dealing with people, though, so it has no place in my ideal world.
I'd like to say that eventually, I'll stop rambling about work and jobs, but it would probably be a lie. Either I go back to not working, in which case I'll whine about not contributing to society, or I get a real job. But even if I like this real job, I'm sure there'll be something that annoys me about it. See how pessimistic I've become?
