...but waking up early in the morning didn't mean going to bed on time! Moreover, I finished weekend exhausted.
Let me put it in other words: I started the week exhausted!
Monday. My first day at work.
07:00 woke up
(breakfast)
07:30 - 12:00 job 1
12:00 - 13:00 (lunch)
13:00 - 15:30 job 2
15:30 - 17:30 sleeping (dinner)
18:00 - 20:00 studying (uni)
21:00 - 22:00 riding a bike
22:00 - still blogging
I just couldn't do it. Couldn't sit at the computer anymore, and especially go back to that CV writing that was, with the grin of inevitability, waiting for me there.
So it was: I will either sleep for two hours, than go to uni, study, ride a bike and blog afterwards (blogging was especially demanding, since I was owing two posts), or trail around the whole day. The big idea was to sleep in the afternoon to get through with the day the best way possible, then seize the bed and finally get some proper rest.
The reality is, blogging is demanding, so here I am, at 2 a.m. still writing. I guess tomorrow I'll have to skip guitar playing and searching for Master again and have a nap, than really go to bed earlier.
With this two blog posts I did a big job. I expect it to be easier tomorrow.
Here's today's soundtrack:
Monday. Blue Monday...
I had this conversation yesterday with my father and my uncle. The usual Sunday lunchtime conversations. The usual standing points: them - from planet Earth, me - from planet One-life-to-live.
With the intention of, I tend to believe, giving me an advice on what is the best for me to do with my life, it ended up with me hearing about how I obviously haven't achieved anything in life, since I don't have a full-time job. The years I spent studying are wasted if I don't want to continue doing what I've studied. I'm a lost case if I don't know where I wanna be in ten years time and, since I don't know, I better get back on the ground from the clouds I'm in and find a real job, and start working instead of fooling around, 9 to 5, like all the rest of normal people.
It ended up with me talking about not giving up dreams, about how it is never too late, about always having choice in life and being in control over your destiny, but having to have guts to do so - talking to walls. No, I was talking to generation, cultural, lifestyle, technological gap...
If it wasn't the people I care about, it wouldn't hurt as much. I didn't feel like waking up in the morning and going for "regular work" after having that conversation.
It destroyed my Monday. If it wasn't for this project, that is giving me a sense of direction, it would've destroyed maybe much more.
Let me put it in other words: I started the week exhausted!
Monday. My first day at work.
07:00 woke up
(breakfast)
07:30 - 12:00 job 1
12:00 - 13:00 (lunch)
13:00 - 15:30 job 2
15:30 - 17:30 sleeping (dinner)
18:00 - 20:00 studying (uni)
21:00 - 22:00 riding a bike
22:00 - still blogging
I just couldn't do it. Couldn't sit at the computer anymore, and especially go back to that CV writing that was, with the grin of inevitability, waiting for me there.
So it was: I will either sleep for two hours, than go to uni, study, ride a bike and blog afterwards (blogging was especially demanding, since I was owing two posts), or trail around the whole day. The big idea was to sleep in the afternoon to get through with the day the best way possible, then seize the bed and finally get some proper rest.
The reality is, blogging is demanding, so here I am, at 2 a.m. still writing. I guess tomorrow I'll have to skip guitar playing and searching for Master again and have a nap, than really go to bed earlier.
With this two blog posts I did a big job. I expect it to be easier tomorrow.
Here's today's soundtrack:
I don't like this song, but it tells what needs to be heard.
Monday. Blue Monday...
I had this conversation yesterday with my father and my uncle. The usual Sunday lunchtime conversations. The usual standing points: them - from planet Earth, me - from planet One-life-to-live.
With the intention of, I tend to believe, giving me an advice on what is the best for me to do with my life, it ended up with me hearing about how I obviously haven't achieved anything in life, since I don't have a full-time job. The years I spent studying are wasted if I don't want to continue doing what I've studied. I'm a lost case if I don't know where I wanna be in ten years time and, since I don't know, I better get back on the ground from the clouds I'm in and find a real job, and start working instead of fooling around, 9 to 5, like all the rest of normal people.
It ended up with me talking about not giving up dreams, about how it is never too late, about always having choice in life and being in control over your destiny, but having to have guts to do so - talking to walls. No, I was talking to generation, cultural, lifestyle, technological gap...
If it wasn't the people I care about, it wouldn't hurt as much. I didn't feel like waking up in the morning and going for "regular work" after having that conversation.
It destroyed my Monday. If it wasn't for this project, that is giving me a sense of direction, it would've destroyed maybe much more.
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