I didn’t sleep well at all last night. I’m still peeking at other job opportunities; I’d like to GTFO of government.
I’m tired of being constantly concerned about whether there’ll be a job for me in a few months.
During one of my brief sleep periods, I dreamed I was once again in a role where I wasn’t just trying to check boxes, meet deadlines. Yes, I’m adept at that. Yes, I’m adept at making sure lower-case Fs are crossed, lower-case Js are dotted. But I’m not really fulfilled by it.
I want to do something fascinating.
Maybe that’s the wrong feeling to have for someone in my condition, but it is what it is.
I’m wondering if that’s the real source of my disappointment with the last period of failurejob
Who knows?
I did see some promising things back in the media. Not radio; I don’t know if I can do that anymore, but media, nonetheless. I didn’t apply to anything because I had a few reservations about the organization.
More than reporting, though, I’d like to be focused on something other than mere compliance.
shrugs
On to the prompt…
If you had one wish, what would you wish for?
From back then: My eyesight back. I’d be so much better off if I could recover at least some of what I’ve lost.
That answer really hasn’t changed. My other afflictions are troublesome, but the vision limitations are the toughest.
For tomorrow, since there were so many thirtieth anniversary celebrations last year about movies, I’m going to slightly modify one from one from last year.
Last year: 8-2. What do you remember from 1982?
Since tomorrow will be the fifth, 8-5. What do you remember from 1985?