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I thought that becoming a dispatcher would reduce the amount of paperwork I had to do at any given time. More fool me, as it turns out.
I am almost all caught up on the stuff I left unfinished before my trip. I finished the meeting minutes at 20:30 or thereabouts yesterday, and I just finished amending my time sheets and filling out compensation forms. The plus side is that the net result of filling in time sheets and compensation forms is that I will soon be receiving a visit from the Overtime Fairy in the form of a bunch of cheques in my name. Whee! No extravagant amounts this time (like the time I charged for a full 46 hours of overtime in one pay period), but a nice little "oomph" to the bank account nonetheless.
I have found out (not that this comes as a great surprise, mind) that on weeks when I'm working day shift, I have to make a point of going to bed quite early (21:00 or earlier, even), lest I oversleep in the mornings. For the past two days I've been getting to bed too late, and I've overslept twice. I've managed to be at work on time, but I don't like rushing that much in the morning: it unbalances me for the better part of the day.
I'm having a little trouble finding my motivation, as well. I have a bunch of projects and especially things to do before the Big Move (which will happen presumably in the late summer or early autumn), but can't seem to get myself to do it. I have always been a master procrastinator, but have yet to master the art of structured procrastination, which seems like a pretty good use of my time, if only I could get around to it. :P
As the saying went, back when I was at university: Procrastination is an art form.
Mostly what I'm lacking motivation for is the whole "housekeeping" thing. Which is weird, since I'm actually feeling kind of enthused by the idea of having a clean home. I just haven't quite got the knack of coming home and getting right down to tidying. Mostly when I get home I just want to flake out with my cats and my computer (or a DVD, or a book, or whatever). In theory, I know that motivation follows action. It's just... the action part that's proving trickier than I thought. Maybe it's just demand-resistance. What do I know?
So, given that my flist is generally more functional in these matters than I am, how do you handle this sort of thing? Are you one of those depressing people whose motto is along the lines of "Just Do It," or do you have a system that works for you that you can actually describe? This isn't necessarily about cleaning, btw: it's about work, or chores, or anything that doesn't qualify as entirely "leisure" (i.e. implies some sort of obligation).
Inquiring minds want to know. :)
I am almost all caught up on the stuff I left unfinished before my trip. I finished the meeting minutes at 20:30 or thereabouts yesterday, and I just finished amending my time sheets and filling out compensation forms. The plus side is that the net result of filling in time sheets and compensation forms is that I will soon be receiving a visit from the Overtime Fairy in the form of a bunch of cheques in my name. Whee! No extravagant amounts this time (like the time I charged for a full 46 hours of overtime in one pay period), but a nice little "oomph" to the bank account nonetheless.
I have found out (not that this comes as a great surprise, mind) that on weeks when I'm working day shift, I have to make a point of going to bed quite early (21:00 or earlier, even), lest I oversleep in the mornings. For the past two days I've been getting to bed too late, and I've overslept twice. I've managed to be at work on time, but I don't like rushing that much in the morning: it unbalances me for the better part of the day.
I'm having a little trouble finding my motivation, as well. I have a bunch of projects and especially things to do before the Big Move (which will happen presumably in the late summer or early autumn), but can't seem to get myself to do it. I have always been a master procrastinator, but have yet to master the art of structured procrastination, which seems like a pretty good use of my time, if only I could get around to it. :P
As the saying went, back when I was at university: Procrastination is an art form.
Mostly what I'm lacking motivation for is the whole "housekeeping" thing. Which is weird, since I'm actually feeling kind of enthused by the idea of having a clean home. I just haven't quite got the knack of coming home and getting right down to tidying. Mostly when I get home I just want to flake out with my cats and my computer (or a DVD, or a book, or whatever). In theory, I know that motivation follows action. It's just... the action part that's proving trickier than I thought. Maybe it's just demand-resistance. What do I know?
So, given that my flist is generally more functional in these matters than I am, how do you handle this sort of thing? Are you one of those depressing people whose motto is along the lines of "Just Do It," or do you have a system that works for you that you can actually describe? This isn't necessarily about cleaning, btw: it's about work, or chores, or anything that doesn't qualify as entirely "leisure" (i.e. implies some sort of obligation).
Inquiring minds want to know. :)
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I'd like to be more organized than that, ("if it's Tuesday, it must be dusting day,") but I don't think there's much likelihood of that happening. Not in this lifetime, anyway.
And it's the same for the rest; I put things off until I'm in just enough of a crunch to lend some urgency to the matter, and then use the onset of anxiety as my kick in the ass to get started. Thankfully I've learned how long it takes me to do various things (writing, cleaning, grocery runs, etc), so I can generally time the crunch moment to 'after I no longer have lots of time, but before I'll actually end up late.' It's a fine balance. :P
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And then "just do it." Once I get started and start checking stuff off, I find it's easier to keep that momentum -- it's starting that's the problem :-). And don't turn on the TV, or the browser.
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My main problem is that I don't want to raise a kid on my own. I know it can be done, but with the kind of hours I work I'd end up with a latch-key kid, and I don't want that.
Maybe someday, eventually, I'll get all my ducks in a row on that front. Maybe.
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Not so much with partners...
But kids? You bet!
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Also, we come back in these instances to the major issue I have with imposing on my friends. Not that I have neuroses about this sort of thing, or anything like that. Nooo... :P
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Ask, damn it. We help one another. But we can't do it if we don't know about it, yes?
*now smacks self on own head, because is same kind of person*
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We just want to flake out after the hard day (even more so now since J works out right when we get home) and "spend quality time"
I'm a "just do it" kinda guy tho. Eventually I get fed up and somehow there's energy there and I get up and do something. The problem is the length of time it takes for me to get fed up...I wish it was shorter!
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Me too!
I keep telling myself that if I only get into the habit of picking up regularly, then it would be much easier to keep on top of things.
"Where am I going, and why am I in this handbasket? Ooh, nice paving stones!" :P
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Also, anytime you can combine two jobs, do it! Wash a few dishes or clean out your fridge while keeping an eye on dinner as it cooks. Pick up some clutter as you're picking out a DVD to watch. Get some spray-on shower cleaner and remember to use it after you hop out of the tub. If you're on your way to the kitchen, take those dirty dishes with you. Etc.
(PS - I think you overestimate the level of functionality most of us have in these matters ;) I'm not especially neat or efficient and I don't spend hours cleaning my house even though I'm home in in all day at present. You may notice if your apartment isn't pristine, but your friends probably don't, and even if they do, they're not going to care unless it reaches the point of "OH GOD IT SMELLS LIKE SOMETHING DIED IN YOUR APARTMENT." People just want to hang out with you, not run their finger along the top of your bookcases checking for dust, and if you wait until your place is perfect to have them over, it'll never happen ;)
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