It’s been a while. Life at The Young Human Factory has flooded over into el ocio (edit: leisure. My brain is not wanting to English today.) I enjoyed a lovely luncheon on Cinco de Mayo in honor of my aunt’s birthday.
However, when I take a weekend off, I must pay with another. This weekend is devoted to lawncare and catching up at work.
But all is not bleak. Below are highlights from the previous month. Continue reading
The bullet journal is good, but needs tweaking.
I like putting a one-line description that covers the key task of the day. Project management is a breeze.
However, I still have a hanging calendar AND a work calendar. There seems to be so much I need to remind myself, and it doesn’t fit in bullets.
“The four-month “future” section isn’t. It’s NOW. I’m loathe to create a new section every month, so maybe every other month?
The Cycle Is Vicious
I get ready to work, work, bring things home, work on them after dinner, hear the alarm telling me to go to bed, go to bed, wake to the light, get ready for work…
I don’t even have time to procrastinate! Continue reading
The highlight of the month was getting shot.
I attended active shooter response training in the workplace. Called ALICE, it was conducted by local law enforcement and designed for unarmed civilians.
I was shot by an undercover police officer. He walked in quickly and “hit” several of my coworkers, too. It took just seconds from the time he fired in the hallway to the moment he finishing shooting us.
A sobering experience, to say the least. Continue reading
I missed last week’s blog because I went to The Young Human Factory and stayed there until quite late, assessing the quality of our products. I spent extra hours there this weekend, too, but to get ahead.
- I made the second payment on the principle of La Casa de Tontería’s mortgage.
- After a month of bullet journaling, I had to replace the journal. Schedules kept changing, events were cancelled indefinitely, and the pages didn’t hold up to the rigors of being crammed into an already-stuffed satchel and stuffed with sticky-notes. Pro tip: write dates in ink, plans in pencil.
- My writing stinks. I cannot find a way to save the novel’s rough draft. In the meantime, members of my writers’ group are making inroads all over Steemit, Amazon, magazines, and actual printing presses! I have got to finish a short story STAT before the pros have no time to read other people’s crappy drafts.