Sudden Changes

In a whirlwind of many plans falling through (and in succession, no less), I suddenly find myself moving my stuff earlier than I thought I was going to while crashing at my parents’ house and waiting on the 3rd roommate to be available to rent a house — which is, instead of June, now August.

I’d rather not get into the details. Kind of a headache.

But crashing with the ‘rents isn’t that bad at all. It’s not all that different from my previous living situation, the only difference is now I have a month, or a few months, rent free. So that’s a good thing. A really good thing.

So here I am, telecommuting at 3 AM in work hours that are the inverse hours to my work schedule because I have to move things while my storage space is open – which is during the day. During my work hours. So I had to take the time off to be able to use these facilities. And that is SERIOUSLY a fuck up as far as my day job is concerned because I didn’t give enough notice — and I didn’t give enough notice because I did not know that’s how this shit works.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.  Whatever.  What’s done is done and what’s important is that I figure out how to salvage what got messed up.

But now that I only have a handful of tasks to work through to make my personal life reach a comfortable state, I can focus on work. Which is good, because my output isn’t what it used to be. Which is weird since I haven’t been working any less, it just seems that I haven’t been working smart. Which, in turn, is bad, since the landscape of the internet changes on a monthly basis, and adaptation is key in the industry in which I’m employed, and I feel I haven’t been doing that as well as I used to because of some burnout tendencies (remember those 3 jobs I have?). Maybe it’s my recent slowdown in cognitive skills affecting my work because I’m finding that I get a little dizzy after staring at a screen for more than an hour, and my head feels heavier than it used to.

Hm. That never used to happen. I hope nothing is wrong.

Shit, maybe something is wrong…? I’m going to blame poor sleep schedules and hope that it works out.

So, lack of sleep + not thinking creatively = lower output. Lesson learned.

So what do I do? My mantra used to be “work, work, work” but that has evidently proven not to be the way to go. I need to think, think, think.

And as a lot of my life seems to denote its landmarks with the things to which I last toasted, I think it might be a good idea to end my posts this way.

Tonight’s Toast: ad novum loci
“To new situations.”

Tags: change, home, moving, parents, work
Filed Under: Life As A Nico