Static movement
four days into the week and i am finally done eating the pumpkins i roasted on sunday. i had it in a sandwich, with pasta, as a dish with toast... not very creative anymore these days. and honestly really dreading the coming sunday, when the cycle starts again.
7 weeks into my new job, i had my probation review yesterday. if you haven't heard me whinge about the transport system, you do not want to hear about my punctuality issues. but apart from that i am having trouble meeting my daily quotas, and production rates seem to be at a standstill. it frustrates me that i don't seem to be catching on as quickly as i would with other tasks, and the slowness just makes time crawl. its dreadful. apparently the quality of my work is too high, which is affecting my efficiency. well quality has never been a problem till now because if i worked at the pace i do, they would have to re-price their products. 'anal' was the word they used on me.
my fingers are sore from knotting today. i remember how my last pay cheque brought tears to my eyes. to think my last hair cut is now the allowance i have for two weeks, bills inclusive! how i have managed to survive cutting my expenses to less than a quarter of what i am used to? Ive no clue. eating out only happens in my dreams. if i am not tired enough that is. i didnt know the expression living on a shoe string could be taken so literally. haha
im growing.
i just cannot see it now.
7 weeks into my new job, i had my probation review yesterday. if you haven't heard me whinge about the transport system, you do not want to hear about my punctuality issues. but apart from that i am having trouble meeting my daily quotas, and production rates seem to be at a standstill. it frustrates me that i don't seem to be catching on as quickly as i would with other tasks, and the slowness just makes time crawl. its dreadful. apparently the quality of my work is too high, which is affecting my efficiency. well quality has never been a problem till now because if i worked at the pace i do, they would have to re-price their products. 'anal' was the word they used on me.
my fingers are sore from knotting today. i remember how my last pay cheque brought tears to my eyes. to think my last hair cut is now the allowance i have for two weeks, bills inclusive! how i have managed to survive cutting my expenses to less than a quarter of what i am used to? Ive no clue. eating out only happens in my dreams. if i am not tired enough that is. i didnt know the expression living on a shoe string could be taken so literally. haha
im growing.
i just cannot see it now.
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