Work is going fine. I apparently work a “green-collar” job, meaning the place in which work is green, the warehouse doesn’t harm anything. It’s a friendly warehouse. An environmentally conscious company. I love it.
Week three is just about to begin. The first two went by so quickly…
I hope I don’t get fired. I don’t know why I would. If I didn’t do my damn hardest to complete my duties, not to lay about, and complain that my hands are dry, or that I broke a nail. They can complain all they want, I have nothing but gratitude for being hired. For now, other than living inside of work, actually being present when I work there, this full time employment gives me the opportunity to balance between my day job, and my personal work, my art, that which fills my soul, my reason for existence, et cetera, et cetera.
I don’t like speaking about this too much, for if I spend too much time talking about the project, and not enough energy on actually writing the damn thing, I’m wasting my energy, my time, I’m opening the lid to the box and letting out all of the magic.
So I’ll stop now.
