Working On A Quirky Graph

Some days there just isn’t enough coffee to get you moving. Not that you should need coffee, but it does definitely help with some of the basic motivations.

Several things have happened in the last few days, and none of it is really personal. The country has chosen a new president and the old one is throwing a fit; the country is still in the middle of a pandemic, and while my place of work has seen the effects, I have been lucky that it hasn’t touched me yet. My sister, however, has had it and is still suffering from lingering symptoms.

I’ve been working the last 4 days straight. I’m a little concerned about the amount of money I will be pulling in this week, but there isn’t much that I can seem to do about it now. I make up for it next week, working about 36 hours. I’m lucky and unlucky all at the same time. Lucky because I have a job, unlucky because my boss let me know that one of the partners I had worked with, in close quarters, is getting tested because they believe they have COVID. I’m supposed to go see my immunocompromised mother tomorrow. It puts me in a pickle. I will go see her because she complained to my sister that she hasn’t seen me in a couple of weeks, but stay socially distanced. And I will wait with baited breath to find out if the partner in fact has COVID, or if they just have a slight cough.

I have been stressed lately with the job search. Trying to put together code for the local street kitchen has been put on the back burner while I work. I think better time management is in order, but then I see a book and I’ve lost my ambition to be productive. My therapist would be cranky with me for being hard on myself, but I need to get in gear. A job is not going to magically appear.