Day 4.2 Pain
May. 26th, 2009 07:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyrasantae
* My wrists are giving me a lot of grief today. I know they're weak enough already but it was just getting depressing. There's just no strength left in them. Just give me a weekend to wear my splints 24/7 and pop Naproxen pills or something.
* I had no other choice but to use the (large) drill for a few seconds today - the thing is unwieldy but I'll probably get used to it.
* I'm liking the relaxed atmosphere this week. The manager is interested in and willing to speak to and be in contact with each of us and we have no reservations against bringing to her attention any concerns we may have with our work.
* You know, not like having HER acting like SHE's our mouthpiece to the manager.
* The two girls who had invited us to the bar last Friday were trying to play Truth or Dare with some of their male coworkers while building chairs. "Want to play?" asked one. "No, thanks," I said.
* The wind was picking up, heavy rain clouds on the horizon, and the air outside smelled of wood smoke as we left work. Grass/forest fire?
* My edit/rewrite of the Zanziar rulebook is/was about half-done before I started this job, but it's come to a standstill because I've just been too stressed out from work.
* It's not that I don't have time (i.e. weekends), but I'm so frustrated from work and feeling so disconnected from my "world" and my friends that I'm not motivated to edit - instead futilely messaging my few friends and not getting any responses, and trying to find something to enjoy.
* The rulebook is a commitment that I have made and I will finish it because I want to see it completed and I want to work on it, but it takes honest effort and patience and I'm just totally drained of that after work.
* Especially patience. There's an incredible amount of patience that I didn't know I had, from taking 45 minutes painfully screwing together a chair when a drill would have gotten it done in 10 minutes painlessly.
* It's rather masochistic (especially the pain part) but it's a kind of meditation for me, because there's very little else I can think about when I'm pondering the effects of my suffering. It distracts me from any stupidity that may be happening in the vicinity.
* There's nothing to look forward to going to work, and nothing to look forward to coming home. Every day is a daze - a daze in which I struggle to remember who I am.
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* I had no other choice but to use the (large) drill for a few seconds today - the thing is unwieldy but I'll probably get used to it.
* I'm liking the relaxed atmosphere this week. The manager is interested in and willing to speak to and be in contact with each of us and we have no reservations against bringing to her attention any concerns we may have with our work.
* You know, not like having HER acting like SHE's our mouthpiece to the manager.
* The two girls who had invited us to the bar last Friday were trying to play Truth or Dare with some of their male coworkers while building chairs. "Want to play?" asked one. "No, thanks," I said.
* The wind was picking up, heavy rain clouds on the horizon, and the air outside smelled of wood smoke as we left work. Grass/forest fire?
* My edit/rewrite of the Zanziar rulebook is/was about half-done before I started this job, but it's come to a standstill because I've just been too stressed out from work.
* It's not that I don't have time (i.e. weekends), but I'm so frustrated from work and feeling so disconnected from my "world" and my friends that I'm not motivated to edit - instead futilely messaging my few friends and not getting any responses, and trying to find something to enjoy.
* The rulebook is a commitment that I have made and I will finish it because I want to see it completed and I want to work on it, but it takes honest effort and patience and I'm just totally drained of that after work.
* Especially patience. There's an incredible amount of patience that I didn't know I had, from taking 45 minutes painfully screwing together a chair when a drill would have gotten it done in 10 minutes painlessly.
* It's rather masochistic (especially the pain part) but it's a kind of meditation for me, because there's very little else I can think about when I'm pondering the effects of my suffering. It distracts me from any stupidity that may be happening in the vicinity.
* There's nothing to look forward to going to work, and nothing to look forward to coming home. Every day is a daze - a daze in which I struggle to remember who I am.
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