’Cause of my postcode, I’ve been living under level four for so long that when I come across a meme featuring Chuck Tingle’s bizzarro-erotica short story, Slammed in the Butthole by my Concept of Linear Time as relevant to our current situation I laugh, but in a small part of my mind, it is also disturbingly relatable.
My whole life is house. I feel like a housecat, like my housecats, who I allow supervised visits to the back garden. I am allowed one (1) walk outside my house per day. I take the same path that goes through the dog…
I’m falling into a weird financial place during the isolation/lockdown of the past few months. I’m not rolling in $$$, but I’m not in a desperate or vulnerable position either. I’m just hovering around the middle, getting by, my bank account dipping and peaking. Sometimes I’m below zero. Sometimes I’ve got a bit to spare.
Interesting observations on my work style gleaned from the past week:
I’m doing some (non-shift) freelance work and using Clockify to track the time spent. I’ve noticed some really fascinating things about the way I work as a neuroatypical person (ADHD.)
I’ve never, ever been able to fit with a normal, 9–5 job. It’s why I’ve worked all those weird jobs for so long. I honestly thought there was something wrong with me, that I was a shitty worker, but at the same time, I KNEW I wasn’t. I KNOW I am a hard worker.
Looking at my Clockify data…