How was your Christmas, on a scale of 1 to 10?
I would probably rank mine solidly average. I’m glad the actual day is over.
My mandate these holidays is twofold: RELAX, and STOCKTAKE.
I’m not checking work emails, and I wrapped up all my freelance projects as early in the month as I could.
We need to gather up documentation and see what we can do to recover the outstanding reimbursements owed by Terrible Ex Boss.
Speaking of terrible bosses, I’m gutted that a job T interviewed for last week – one just perfectly matched to his work experience/skillset – seemed to be run by a nightmare of an owner. Is it so hard to find a decent company and a non-psycho boss?
I also did a bit of an audit on all our financial accounts. No surprise, we are still a long way off a down payment – but at least I know the numbers now.
In browsing TradeMe – the site where almost literally everything gets listed for sale in NZ, from the crap in the spare closets you want to offload, through to vehicles and houses – I’ve come to the conclusion that everything is either overpriced, or suspiciously low priced. If it’s too cheap you wonder what’s wrong with it – is it too good to be true? Is the car in rough shape, or was the house a meth lab/part of the leaky building wave?
Just one link this week: a love letter to the internet.
Creating my own elaborate websites about myself was outrageously, hilariously narcissistic in hindsight. But building my own sites gave me the ability to tell people who I was in a way that I could control. It also allowed me to look at myself in a positive way, something that was missing when I looked in the mirror. I liked the me I was on the web. I still do.
I’ve always wondered about the assumption that our online personas are more fake than our physical ones. I often feel awkward and nervous in real-life situations; I almost always feel like I’m saying the wrong thing and am unable to articulate what I really think and feel. Online, I have plenty of time and unlimited space to consider what to say and how to express myself. It’s an advantage that makes me feel more like myself, not less so.
Straight from my own head.