Actually, my return to "professional" life went off hitch-free today. I was nice, I did what I had to do, and the story won't be all that hard to complete. I think D. got some good photos, too.
I found myself not worrying at all. It's like riding a bicycle, in a way. The most difficult thing is to "read" the people you have to work with. In this instance, one was a nut-job, excessively fussy about what I needed to do to get necessary information, fairly reluctant to cooperate beyond being there...in short, the rule more than the exception in this part of my game.
The other was a jewel. A genuinely nice guy, with enough perspective (and sense of humor) to make my work relaxing. Heaven knows he should be the model for people I have to deal with.
My memory is intact, enough so that I remembered where in my masses of research material I needed to look for data. All that is now piled on my desk -- forget what I said earlier about getting my apartment cleaned up (especially the office) as I can't worry about neatness when I need to have stuff readily at hand.
I was right to be concerned, in the sense that I honestly didn't know whether I still had the intellectual powers, emotional stability and some recently unused skills to actually be as good as I want to be. To my relief, all seems more-or-less normal.
It must be said that I wasn't quite as eager as before. That comes from a changed outlook and a wish to set new priorities for what I do. Doesn't mean I can't do what I have to do, for as long as I have to do it.
Today was a day when I encountered exceptional beauty in my neighborhood. More than usual, for sure.
One example I can show you is this stranger that happened to cross my path...
The streets Where The Ghetto Meets The Sea are not filled with 1960 Ferrari 250 GT coupes, doggone it.
Give me that lucky lotto ticket, and there would be another one around here on a more regular basis, Jim.
It was a very, very nice day today. I have hopes for tomorrow.
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"All that is now piled on my desk -- forget what I said earlier about getting my apartment cleaned up (especially the office) as I can't worry about neatness when I need to have stuff readily at hand."
I refer to that as "writer's mess".
When I'm in a writing phase, I create a pile of mess on my work station - it simply cannot be helped. And I hate when my work station is cleaned and "organized" by someone other than myself.
I'm glad your first day back was a success :)
Maryjane -- I wasn't even distracted by Blue Mountain fantasies!
Makes me a "pro," I guess. But I'm distracted by 'em again now....
what good would a winning lotto ticket do if you don't BUY one first! lol
I'm glad things went well....
Godd eal, I expected it to be OK, but it is a relief.
Uhoh, Jim's back. Keep your eye on Jim. Not too sure about that guy.
deal, not eal--I don't think. Haven't been chowing down on eal with this new routine have you? I think it is a cross between eel and emu or some other exotic combo
Oh, and "Good" not "Godd". I'm blaming this on Jim
Heh. I rarely buy those lottery tickets either. Then I do and neglect to check them. There are just little pieces of potential dreams.
That would be a daily driver if it were mine. I'm not one to buy something that expensive and then let it sit in a garage. On the other hand, I'm not one to buy something that expensive...
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