Yesterday I lost sight of the ball – temporarily.
As another job came flying in, I was starting to feel slightly overwhelmed. I’ve been managing to tick everything off my daily lists for a couple of weeks, but yesterday I just got embroiled in just one job, when I should have just done my time on it and moved on.
The problems I’m experiencing on this one job are not of my making, and while I agreed to test the technology, I didn’t think it would be so time consuming or take so long.
Annoyed with myself I reminded me that I’m not getting paid to do that part of the job. My job is to deliver x number of edited pages by y time. And this has been compromised. So now I’m just going to do the work and let them worry about the technology. When they think it’s working, I’ll try it again.
I didn’t do my yoga yesterday, and that probably made me a bit antsy. Rufus didn’t get a proper walk, and that probably made me feel guilty. I didn’t do any of my own writing, and that probably made me cross.
Today I’m picking my ball up and keeping it.
I have more editing to do – at the expense of some proof-reading – and I need to go and collect some more work. We’re also going to try and thrash out the technology while I’m there. I want to try and do some of yesterday’s writing, plus my regular yoga and Rufus’s regular walk, and this evening I’m having a girlie evening round at a mate’s. I don’t usually do girlie, but we fancied a natter, she’ll be on the wine and I’ll be on the cider.
Tomorrow there will be chores, and probably some catch-up time on work. I may go to a gig, I may only go for the first set, I may stay in. On Sunday I’m going to see my mom and dad.