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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. :)
