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[i---dag]

Work Diary entry 7, (Tuesday 2nd of April, 2024)

23:15. Last Thursday or Friday M, T, C and I helped me pack and move my stuff to the new studio. I haven't been since, it seems like a huge accomplishement to make it nice to work in there. We need lamps, shelves, to put the walls up, etc., but it's not a priority for the others, or it might be, somethings are more pressuring than otherthings. It's hard for me to do things on my own lately, maybe it has been hard for a long time. It makes me wonder if something is inherently wrong with me, but I think, the more I open my eyes and choose to see, that something is inherently wrong with the world. I feel paralyzed, decentisized. The work I have to do seems to not be worth it in its abundance. Still I can't find the willingness or power within me to do the work it takes to move towards a better future. It's not necessarily true, I have a tendency to worry and become truly pessimistic about everything. Even mistrustful in people I love and who love me. There could be a wall between me and everything else. A beautiful and endless wall, rising above me and around me into the depth of the sky. The wall is translucent and glowing pink plastic, and in it tiny pieces of silver confetti glitter catches the light of the sun, moon and stars. It would glow and blind me with regression and nostalgia. Its interference would shade my gaze. Nostalgia for a past saturated with glistening products hard with intention. As a child I understood my position as the neutral position, a home in the peaceful western Europe, as good as USA; maybe even better. I had my Barbie Spears, my Polly, my superstars dressed in pink. I'd give my My Little Pony's bubble baths in the sink and tend to their hair. The world was peaceful and safe and I was too little to think it could be otherwise - it was all a pink lie.

[sudden-narratives]

it has been a gloomy week.

[gatheryepens]

So my manager just asked me if I can work Sunday, I’m going to say no but I still feel really bad lmao

[ally-diaries]

starting my week with a heart full of gratitude and a bag full of lola’s snacks💗 thank you, nanay! since elementary hanggang nag-wowork ako, inaalagaan mo pa rin ako.

how can i ever feel demotivated at work when i have your love to carry me through?

please stay healthy because i still have big plans for us. nagsisimula pa lang ako bumawi.

[the-parent-of-the-lost-one]

Renew hope

What i did?

Worked on second paw prototype. 3 pawpads done in one week. Faster than earlier

Renew some of my hope.

What i learned?

Seams seams more seam! The paw failed cause lack of seam.

If i want puffy pawpads i need to be precise with pad.

This pattern would mostlikely had worked if the seam was there to make the glove.

[shitihaveheardatwork]

The Physical

12/22/2020 My new job in the city of [redacted] requires me to get a physical before I can begin working. The HR lady at city hall was nice enough to schedule an appointment for me. I don’t trust the GPS on my phone, having had it fail me several times, and so, like your mom, I printed out the directions and clung to them in my hand, pinning my instructions to the steering wheel for easy reference. The harrowing final chapters of my audiobook stopped on a cliffhanger as I reached my destination and parked in a warehousey side of town. If not for the big green + sign on the building, you could forgive me for thinking this was an auto repair shop or a self-storage facility. Walking in, I passed a truck with not one but two tr^mp stickers on the rear windows parked near me, and I regretted not having a potato for his tailpipe.

You know what I don’t care for in the middle of a plague? A full waiting room. I’d arrived 15 minutes early to do paperwork, and paperwork I did surrounded by about a dozen people, there for various reasons. I tried to ignore them and breathe shallowly.

I read and closed some wikipedia tabs I’d had open for awhile on my phone, and made a meme, but eventually I ran out of productive things to do and just began doomscrolling, hoping no one could see the barrage of pornography and polemics that constitutes my tumblr feed reflected in my glasses like an advertisement of my minds preoccupations. 

An hour passed, and I jumped when I was called. 

The nurse has me read the eye chart, stand on the scale, stand in front of the height stick, takes my heart rate. You know, all the good stuff. She says to take off my shirt and put on a hospital gown, and that the doctor will show up soon.

So there I am thinking about every time the phrase “hospital gown” appears in Mountain Goats songs (it’s once). Time goes by more slowly without my Furpocalypse 2019 commemorative t-shirt. I’m doomscrolling again.

A knock at the door, another jump from me.

“Hello Mr. Herrick.”

It’s never not going to be weird to hear “Mr.”, like I’m supposed to be a respectable figure of any measure. But I digress.

“What am I doing today, doc?” I ask, eager to be helpful so I can go home. I’ve got cookies to decorate.

“Not. a. whole. lot.” he says, like a man who’s got too much to do and is bored of all of it.

“This physical is really just a formality,” he explains, going for the stethoscope and listening to my lungs. I wonder what secrets they tell him.

“You know, my wife was a librarian before we had our first child,” he offers, unprompted. “Weird stuff happens. Homeless people, stuff like that.”

“Well, that’ll happen when a library is one of the few non-monetized places in society,” I offer diplomatically.

“That man was loose for hours in the library before they caught him and got him out. Running this way and that. Crazy guy. This was in Connecticut though,” he says, as if this explains anything.

While he does this, with the same stethoscope that had just uncovered the buried truths of my lungs, he taps my knees. I kick softly, reflexively.

“Well, that’s about it. Congratulations,” he says. And he’s out of the door before I can look up from my involuntarily-kicking leg.

I put my shirt back on and walk out into the hallway back towards the lobby. The doctor is at the water cooler and has an air that suggests he’s never seen me before in his life. I walk past him thanklessly, go out through the waiting room, and return to my car.

I go home by following my instructions backward and before I know it am returned to my hearth and sweetheart. I disinfect myself and my clothes. I sit at the kitchen table and slather white icing on a penis-shaped cookie. It is a good day.

[consistently-fit]

My First Day...

My first day at work. My first day feeling like crap. My first day repeating “never again!” My first day tired as fck**

BUT it was also......

A day I woke up so early (to achieve a mission) A day I was bold  A day I chose to walk rather than use a vehicle A day I made healthier choices A day I learnt new things A day I was comfortable in a workplace

So with all the negative emotions that were going on in my head, I am able to also look at the positive. The day of my interview (last week Thursday) I was so comfortable in the interview. The people created a happy healthy vibe, but I was so scared to get the job (story for another day, lol). Anywho Friday morning they called me and I GOT THE JOB!  So this Morning I started and it was such a rough day but I survived.  Wish I could type more but I am tired as fck. So see ya x 

[nile-kun]

Second attempt to record something, I think this time it went well, illuminate the scene is very laborious. In other news, I really love these watercolors with glitters, they leave very nice effects. ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ #artwork #watercolor #watercolorwithshine #chibi #workdiary

[tinaminor]

Ilustrácie pre časopis @forbesslovensko 🤵🏻✍🏻 . . . #forbes #forbesslovensko #magazine #newspaper #journal #casopisuspesnych #press #print #illustration #portrait #portraitmood #portraitart #slovak #businessman #ig_slovakia #rebricekbohatych #art #artist #illustrator #artistdiary #workdiary #aquarelle #aquarellepainting #drawing #tinaminorillustration

[sameoldsamemind]

[i---dag]

Work Diary entry 5 /Wednesday 2oth f Marcg

then the other one officially is work entry 6, will change that ASAP. posted at 21:56 on March 28th

[sudden-narratives]

oh, hello friday! ♡

[linda8barock]

Why Choose Diary and Planner

You can still see paper planners lined up on store shelves. And you know what? It’s not just the old or computerless who are buying them. There are practical reasons to prefer a physical product over a digital solution, even if thinking of them can leave.

[ally-diaries]

walking into my dream come true, with gratitude in every step. thank you, Lord, for this new opportunity!

hello, corp world! 🥹

[the-parent-of-the-lost-one]

Week or 2 vacation passed.

Now i started to cut the foam rubber in shape. No worry with wasting these were surplus.

Also did some drawing and seeing if original concept still stands.

I learned to get respiration protection when cuttin foam to such fine pieces. Also its nice and sunny

[artistajourney]

Ev. 10

Cityscape value sketches are a bit difficult for me because of the details. The important thing is to don´t paint useless details. Only values.