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Dec. 1st, 2004
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Dec. 1st, 2004 07:27 pmToday I put in my first 12 hour day at a real job. I'm exhausted, but I feel pretty good. I got a lot of things accomplished, I solved a lot of problems, and I thought really hard. My brain feels like it's had a good long run.
I hit a wall at about 4:00 and didn't think I could make it even to my usual go home time. Certain things have recently occured that have left me feeling awfully discouraged and messy and unstrung. The office was noisy and the snack machine was full of yucky sour skittles and I was about to nap on my desk. But I made it through, and though I seem to make a mess of things outside of my office, inside it I was a superstar.
I won't tell you that I can't wait to do it again, because that would be a lie. But I won't mind too much.
I hit a wall at about 4:00 and didn't think I could make it even to my usual go home time. Certain things have recently occured that have left me feeling awfully discouraged and messy and unstrung. The office was noisy and the snack machine was full of yucky sour skittles and I was about to nap on my desk. But I made it through, and though I seem to make a mess of things outside of my office, inside it I was a superstar.
I won't tell you that I can't wait to do it again, because that would be a lie. But I won't mind too much.