Ninety-five
Nine to five … ten to six. Even though I am busier than I have ever really been before, for the first time the ‘work’ is stuck in its own zone. It isn’t allowed out of it’s time relegation, and if it rears it’s stinky little head, I beat it back with a broomstick.
Which nearly just happened. I consolidated my jobs. Like, loans, per se, jobs can pile up, and I was nearing four or five.
Research Assistant
Waitor / Manager
MCAT Teacher
MCAT Curriculum Writer
MCAT Tutor
And then there are my writing projects. Needless to say, I was stressed.
But then, I started pooling them. Three of said jobs are for one company, so I X-ed one before it began (MCAT teacher) and got officially signed up for the tutoring job very, very, very part-time.
The waitor job is going to only live on Sunday brunch once the MCAT writing job starts, and the health study should be ending in the next few weeks. My life really was one of those shifty puzzles. And like, say, a shifty puzzle, or, more realistically the New York Times crossword, the solution feels damn good.
Now, when I get home from work and the gym, I am home. I can watch moves, I can paint, I can play guitar.
All this can, comes from the fact that when I get home, I’m there man, I’m there.
November 15th, 2006 at 2:21 pm
Can you, like, struggle a little bit–maybe be less successful? It would make for better reading. Or at least maybe you could tell a story about someone at the gym who grunts really loudly.
November 15th, 2006 at 8:13 pm
I started this blog a bit too late … want some retrospect struggles (eg: aug - oct?)
March 30th, 2007 at 7:44 am
Hi all!
Bye