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Jan. 9th, 2004 08:15 pmI seem to operate in two sections of time.
The first is the future: I can make plans like nobody's business. Given half a chance, I could sit and plan out what things I need to plan next... it's not so much a matter of loving to start new things, as a love for getting ready to start them :) Of course, once I get started, I tend to lose interest until stage two comes into play.
The other is the immediate future - all those bits of life that have to happen RIGHT NOW, or else BAD THINGS SHALL HAPPEN. Perhaps to cope with my apathy, I live in a state of perpetual urgency... that way, if I'm apathetic, at least I do it at high speed. I do far, far too many things at the last minute, but I can get a hell of a lot done in that minute...
Today was a last-minute day, with a glimpse at the future. That glimpse sparked off plans, but those are too vague to tie down with words just yet - I'll give them some freedom, before I risk stunting their growth.
I fixed some problems at Centrelink, moments after waking up this morning - painstakingly explaining the reasons why my case is so complex. Fortunately, it's an explanation that I've given many times before... I turned my voice on autopilot, and got down to the serious matter of trying to wake up properly.
Then, I accepted my place in Honours, as it was the last day to do so - more paperwork, marginally more awake this time.
Finally, I got to work - in time to hear more about the Saga of the Unpaid Morsla, after my email of desperation before leaving last night. After discovering that my unpaid days amounted to more time than I had remaining in my contract, I had made some more pointed questions about back-payments, and offered the alternative of not coming in until my leave credits ran out in mid-July.
An answer came much more quickly this time, and I will hopefully be paid for the extra thirty-odd days some time next week - just in time to see half of the money disappear in tax. Guess I'll really be looking forward to that refund, this year. One money problem (partly) settled...
The other problem involves Centrelink, by an amazing twist of fate. Who would have thought? The all-knowing computer system aims to cut me off in June, leaving the last four months of Honours to be done on a dry crust of bread and some water from a puddle. I'll see what I can do about it, but this time I hear the quiet whisperings of inevitability echoing their words...
I'd offer to rent myself out, for whatever nefarious purposes you could put a chemist/cook/painter/martial artist/geologist/sculptor/writer to... but I doubt I'll have the time, thesis and all. Guess I can always try to sell organs... your liver grows back, right? I never said I'd be selling mine....
The first is the future: I can make plans like nobody's business. Given half a chance, I could sit and plan out what things I need to plan next... it's not so much a matter of loving to start new things, as a love for getting ready to start them :) Of course, once I get started, I tend to lose interest until stage two comes into play.
The other is the immediate future - all those bits of life that have to happen RIGHT NOW, or else BAD THINGS SHALL HAPPEN. Perhaps to cope with my apathy, I live in a state of perpetual urgency... that way, if I'm apathetic, at least I do it at high speed. I do far, far too many things at the last minute, but I can get a hell of a lot done in that minute...
Today was a last-minute day, with a glimpse at the future. That glimpse sparked off plans, but those are too vague to tie down with words just yet - I'll give them some freedom, before I risk stunting their growth.
I fixed some problems at Centrelink, moments after waking up this morning - painstakingly explaining the reasons why my case is so complex. Fortunately, it's an explanation that I've given many times before... I turned my voice on autopilot, and got down to the serious matter of trying to wake up properly.
Then, I accepted my place in Honours, as it was the last day to do so - more paperwork, marginally more awake this time.
Finally, I got to work - in time to hear more about the Saga of the Unpaid Morsla, after my email of desperation before leaving last night. After discovering that my unpaid days amounted to more time than I had remaining in my contract, I had made some more pointed questions about back-payments, and offered the alternative of not coming in until my leave credits ran out in mid-July.
An answer came much more quickly this time, and I will hopefully be paid for the extra thirty-odd days some time next week - just in time to see half of the money disappear in tax. Guess I'll really be looking forward to that refund, this year. One money problem (partly) settled...
The other problem involves Centrelink, by an amazing twist of fate. Who would have thought? The all-knowing computer system aims to cut me off in June, leaving the last four months of Honours to be done on a dry crust of bread and some water from a puddle. I'll see what I can do about it, but this time I hear the quiet whisperings of inevitability echoing their words...
I'd offer to rent myself out, for whatever nefarious purposes you could put a chemist/cook/painter/martial artist/geologist/sculptor/writer to... but I doubt I'll have the time, thesis and all. Guess I can always try to sell organs... your liver grows back, right? I never said I'd be selling mine....
