Cris romanticises hard work a bit too much
Feb. 7th, 2019 09:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crispfencer Hi all! The Crunch™️ has now concluded, meaning I can get on with my normal life.
From the 1st of Jan until yesterday evening, I've gone through a period in my professional life I like to call The Crunch™️. This is the busiest, most full-on month of the year where all pleasurable activities are eschewed in favour of work, work and more work. Here's my average weekday schedule:
From the 1st of Jan until yesterday evening, I've gone through a period in my professional life I like to call The Crunch™️. This is the busiest, most full-on month of the year where all pleasurable activities are eschewed in favour of work, work and more work. Here's my average weekday schedule:
05:30- Get up, get ready for the day and do some work
07:15- Leave house for the BIG CITY. (Canterbury, so not that big really) Worry about work/listen to podcasts*
08:45- Arrive in Canterbury, work
12:30- Lunchbreak
13:00- Work
17:30- Leave to go home
19:00- Arrive at home, make and eat tea
20:00- Work some more
21:50- Check phone then sleep
*I've gotten through 60 episodes of John&Elis, I mean- fucking hell.
I imagine this is the sort of thing that Elon Musk and his cronies idealise, but I can categorically say that it was fucking awful. Most days I felt like shit, ate terribly and barely spoke a word to other people. Towards the end of it I could feel myself going genuinely mad. (For example, a clip of Rebecca Front in Fist of Fun going "you're soup crazy!" repeated in my head for minutes on end, went away, then came back again within an hour's time.) The main thing I kept telling myself was "eh, at least you're not working down a mine!"
Going for meetings and giving presentations in London/Leeds was surprisingly fun experience however, and the feedback has been positive. (Perhaps tiredness-mania has actually balanced out my anxiety and made me a functioning human?)
The train journeys were on the whole alright. London was fun, got to eat some good Mediterranean food. Leeds was exclusively full of attractive young people, which made wonder where they'd put all the pensioners. Wakefield, probably.
But hey, I'm back now! Checked the anonmeme for the first time since it was put up and WOW! I'll be answering a few of the prompts in the coming weeks but you lads have really been keeping it active. I've got some story ideas I'm working on myself too, mainly John/Elis AUs. The thing is, should I write fic or do a comic? Comics are something I'm decent at, and it'd be nice to make britcom doujins I could print out and keep, but at the same time they're pretty labour intensive. Fic in theory would be easier, except I've never written fic before and might be quite shit at it.
I just have so many ideas and not enough time to execute them, god damn it!
07:15- Leave house for the BIG CITY. (Canterbury, so not that big really) Worry about work/listen to podcasts*
08:45- Arrive in Canterbury, work
12:30- Lunchbreak
13:00- Work
17:30- Leave to go home
19:00- Arrive at home, make and eat tea
20:00- Work some more
21:50- Check phone then sleep
*I've gotten through 60 episodes of John&Elis, I mean- fucking hell.
I imagine this is the sort of thing that Elon Musk and his cronies idealise, but I can categorically say that it was fucking awful. Most days I felt like shit, ate terribly and barely spoke a word to other people. Towards the end of it I could feel myself going genuinely mad. (For example, a clip of Rebecca Front in Fist of Fun going "you're soup crazy!" repeated in my head for minutes on end, went away, then came back again within an hour's time.) The main thing I kept telling myself was "eh, at least you're not working down a mine!"
Going for meetings and giving presentations in London/Leeds was surprisingly fun experience however, and the feedback has been positive. (Perhaps tiredness-mania has actually balanced out my anxiety and made me a functioning human?)
The train journeys were on the whole alright. London was fun, got to eat some good Mediterranean food. Leeds was exclusively full of attractive young people, which made wonder where they'd put all the pensioners. Wakefield, probably.
But hey, I'm back now! Checked the anonmeme for the first time since it was put up and WOW! I'll be answering a few of the prompts in the coming weeks but you lads have really been keeping it active. I've got some story ideas I'm working on myself too, mainly John/Elis AUs. The thing is, should I write fic or do a comic? Comics are something I'm decent at, and it'd be nice to make britcom doujins I could print out and keep, but at the same time they're pretty labour intensive. Fic in theory would be easier, except I've never written fic before and might be quite shit at it.
I just have so many ideas and not enough time to execute them, god damn it!
