Full Of Woe            

I wanted to make a funny play off the Monday’s Child nursery rhyme for the title of this particular entry, but was surprised to find out that full of woe was the ending for this particular day of the week, how ominous is that? As much as the title may throw one off, I’m actually not full of any woe at this particular time, yet I’m going to keep the title there anyway. My writing on this entry is a little late in the day as I actually chose to spend some of my time socializing tonight, which is a rarity. But my best friend, who works for a local company called Citadel Roof had the evening off too, and we don’t get much time to hang out, so we made the time tonight.

It leaves me a little behind on my normal schedule, but it’s ok, I have the time to get this page off before falling asleep to wake up at way too early o’clock for my first job tomorrow. They say that working too much messes with you in a number of ways, but I actually don’t find that to be very true. I have my downtime walking between jobs, and the fact that they are all quite different from one another allows me to feel that I’m not really just working all day. Despite of course having to be in a particular position that I can’t really just up and walk away from whenever I feel like it.

It still gives me the feeling that I have control over each of the aspects of my day though, as I have the means to switch up my tasks at the time whenever a job switch comes. I go from being alone at a grill, to surrounded by customers and coworkers, to relaxing in the quiet of my own home with the clicking of the keyboard to keep me company. I intersperse my home work with some of the things that I enjoy, such as television episodes or the brief video game, but I don’t have some boss breathing down my neck making sure I’m always aware of a deadline.

That’s not to say that I don’t have any deadlines, but time management has always been one of my stronger suits, so I know how to make the most of my time while still getting work done. It can be a little lonely existence, sure, but perhaps that’s why I’m writing to you here. To have that little connection with the outside world and maybe come across someone else who’s in my type of position, where we’re both just trying to make the most of the little we have. Or perhaps the reader of this piece is just thinking that I need to suck it up and at least I’m not in some labor camp for seventeen hours a day. No matter who the person on the other end is though, I’m glad you’re here.

Another Week            

I spoke in my opening blog about the mass amount of time I spend working at a bunch of jobs, and I figured that this entry should be about why I choose to write this blog is my only spare time. You see, I’ve always been a person of words, it has always been my strong suit. I have been fascinated with the twisting of the English language for quite some time, and even as a kid used to sit down with my favorite tapes and CD’s just to write out the lyrics to my favorite songs. I began poetry when I was quite young, wrote short stories, and even have been working on my first novel in my little spare time.

When it comes to communication in the real world, I still choose written word, I would rather text than to talk to someone on the phone, I would rather write an email than have a video chat, I just find that I at least have the control over all my words when it comes to something I’ve written. It’s even been my way to deal with the hardest of moments in my life. If my relationship is affected by a huge argument, I don’t talk it out, I write out what I want to say and then present it to the person. I find when I speak that I don’t have the means to properly say what it is I mean, perhaps I don’t know. But in writing it down, reading it over, I get to have my own realizations on what’s really going on in my mind.

Which is what leads to this blog I guess, a means for me to just empty my thoughts onto virtual paper to see what’s really going on in my mind. To be able to just bounce ideas off of whoever may be reading this, and at the same time maybe learn a little something about myself. I thought of many different ways to approach this, from poetry, to music to other forms of written word, but realized that I had never attempted a blog before. I did briefly try to write a journal when I was younger, but really came to realize how much I had dark and negative things in my mind, and so chose to stop.

At least here, I have the capability to filter everything I say, and what I choose to reveal about myself. There are enough stories in my life to fill volumes of books, and yet most of them I choose not to share, so instead I talk from my Wednesday to my Wednesday and see where my life has taken me. From the last conversation we had, not very far, as you well know by now most of my life is work, home and then work at home, so there isn’t much room for grand adventures. But still I take the time to lay it all out there for the world to see.

It’s Wednesday            

Wednesdays are a big day for me, at least when it comes to writing, as it’s really the only day off that I have to be able to take the time to do so. You see, for the last few months I have been working three jobs, and it leaves me with little downtime. As tiring as it can be, I like to be busy, which is why I chose to do this as well on my only day off. I could take the time to do just about anything out there, catch up on old television shows, start a hobby, or any other number of activities, yet instead, here I am sharing my thoughts with the world. I blame my attention deficit, where I simply can’t sit there doing nothing, I always need either some form of input or output to feel that I’ve actually done something with my time.

I guess I should talk about what that time consumption outside of working is first. Well, I work as a writer, in a kitchen, and in retail. All three can be extremely boring, yet extremely engaging at the same time. The kitchen work is fairly straightforward, I do an afternoon three days a week, where I go in, do a bunch of prep work, operate a grill over the lunch hour, and then clock out. It’s an easy hundred dollars in my pocket every week which I get to use as my general spending money, which is all well and good.

The writing job is pretty great too, as it’s something I’ve been doing for most of my life, and allows me to set my own schedule. There are times when it feels like I have no time to do so, and other times where I realize that I have allowed myself get distracted for way too long and got nearly nothing done over the span of hours, which should have been enough time to completely finish whatever project I was working on at the time. Yet when I put my mind to it, and really sit down to concentrate I can get a lot of words out in a short amount of time.

The last job is the one that soaks up most of my time, it can be considered my only really full time job, but it’s one that I enjoy. I tend to like most of the people I work with, and have been making a big enough splash to have been promoted before even out of my probation period, making a little more money and actually earning things like benefits and vacation pay. The job that I moved up to is a lot more tedious, and really drains my mental faculties, but the acknowledgement of my skills and capabilities is nice, and I only view the current spot as temporary as my last one. So as you can see, my days are quite packed, yet I still find the need to add more.