My Brain Is Mush
First, my comments seem to be gone. Perhaps it's just on the library computer. Hmm. Will investigate at work tomorrow.
Ah, yes, Work! I am happy to report that this is the first temp job that I do believe I will a) learn something new and b) further my career as a future freelancer/book editor/author/travel writer.
Working in an information centre dealing with queries and information all day really gets the brain going. No diary appointments. No email filtering for others. No scheduling. Or filing. Or answering EVERYONE's phone.
In a temp world, this is a step up.
I am so exhausted after my first day. I'm going through information overload. And I love it.
Do you know how long it has been since I feel like someone else has challenged my brain? Mosaic Minds has given me a good run for my money but the pressure always comes from me more than anyone else.
I had so much I wanted to say but I'm having trouble even forming one sentence let alone a coherent paragraph.
Why do I feel so at home and at ease here? I should investigate past life stuff or something. Belfast just rocks. I don't know. There really isn't any other way to describe it.
Well, it rocks except that I am starting to miss my buds. Ah well, been through this before...
First, my comments seem to be gone. Perhaps it's just on the library computer. Hmm. Will investigate at work tomorrow.
Ah, yes, Work! I am happy to report that this is the first temp job that I do believe I will a) learn something new and b) further my career as a future freelancer/book editor/author/travel writer.
Working in an information centre dealing with queries and information all day really gets the brain going. No diary appointments. No email filtering for others. No scheduling. Or filing. Or answering EVERYONE's phone.
In a temp world, this is a step up.
I am so exhausted after my first day. I'm going through information overload. And I love it.
Do you know how long it has been since I feel like someone else has challenged my brain? Mosaic Minds has given me a good run for my money but the pressure always comes from me more than anyone else.
I had so much I wanted to say but I'm having trouble even forming one sentence let alone a coherent paragraph.
Why do I feel so at home and at ease here? I should investigate past life stuff or something. Belfast just rocks. I don't know. There really isn't any other way to describe it.
Well, it rocks except that I am starting to miss my buds. Ah well, been through this before...
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