I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Why I Keep the Dayjob (and why it's hard to have regular writing hours)

Forgot to post this last week. We get our paycheck notices (or actual physical checks) on Thursday. Pay and donuts (although they aren't here yet) on the same day. If Thursday also didn't mean 12 hours of work, they'd be happy days indead. But last week was the milestone. I have now made my base salary (I'm hourly, so that would be pay rate x 40 hours a week x 52 weeks). Everything else this year is extra. On the bad side of this is back in February I estimated I would pass this point the first week of August (so OT has gone down a little, and I've had to take more time off than I expected).

So, it's all skittles and beer from here out. Plus Sam's Club had their Xmas trees up last night. Merry Xmas everybody!

2 comments:

Camille Alexa said...

Celebrate by writing more poetry. Just a thought.

Steve Buchheit said...

Camille, yeah, I need to key in those poems, rewrite and send out. But lately the universe has been saying, "write the dang book already." When the universe deigns to speak, one should listen.

Today was a darn long day. With lots of stress. Tomorrow isn't shaping up to well either. And we have a union book in to the shop (so glad they told me that, you know, so I wouldn't be looking through the vinyls before going home and saying, "Holy Crap, and I only have until Monday, are they nuts?", 'cause, you know, that would be a Bad Thing(tm))