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Days like this.
The first cold breezes came in off the Hudson today, pleasant on my skin and gentle reminder that winter is on its way. I made a pot of cranberry black tea, with extra dried cranberries, and now I'm a little excited and restless from having guzzled it down in under 45 minutes and finished my job work for the night. All it consisted of was sorting through 48 bookmarks down to nine possibilities worth the trouble of cover letters, and another 12 worth the trouble of updating my profile on the library network's website. And having done that, with the time of the evening it is, I can't be assed to do more with it. If it was a couple hours earlier, I'd feel better about taking a break with something and coming back to it, which isn't the case when I have to be awake in the single digits of tomorrow's morning.
I did manage to get a couple hundred words edited and a couple dozen more added to my outstanding work-in-progress, so there's that.
I'm not looking forward to the end of my job for many reasons. I will, however, be somewhat relieved to not have to split up my time and partition it out the way I've been doing, and just go back to cramming all my job-related work into three miserable days per week and focus on my own writing for the rest of it. Maybe do more baking, too.
Though I did take a moment at work today to think this is exactly the sort of job I'd wanted as a kid. Something with a reasonable amount of autonomy where I can just do my own thing off in a corner somewhere. Or a closet, as the case is now. And that I'm going to miss.
I did manage to get a couple hundred words edited and a couple dozen more added to my outstanding work-in-progress, so there's that.
I'm not looking forward to the end of my job for many reasons. I will, however, be somewhat relieved to not have to split up my time and partition it out the way I've been doing, and just go back to cramming all my job-related work into three miserable days per week and focus on my own writing for the rest of it. Maybe do more baking, too.
Though I did take a moment at work today to think this is exactly the sort of job I'd wanted as a kid. Something with a reasonable amount of autonomy where I can just do my own thing off in a corner somewhere. Or a closet, as the case is now. And that I'm going to miss.