[Tripping On…] Not Entirely Productive

We had our second episode of the CHATS my-today, the evolution of the podcast in a form that can allow us to have more flexibility when we want it. During the episode, we talked about bella’s 20 years of experience with ADHD and how my outward research in ADHD led me to self-examine enough to wonder if I might have ADHD. We talked about how productivity isn’t always a singular focus. Take job hunting for example.

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[Tripping On…] Anger, Disappointment, Disinterest

I feel embarrassed to admit that I feel angry, disappointed, and disinterested probably for one of a few reasons. The recruiter that ghosted me only to write me a lengthy message didn’t help. The argument didn’t help. The other job offer for a role that had declined me because I wanted too much money, only for another recruiter to ask if I’d be willing to take significantly less money didn’t help…. OK, that was funny.

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[Tripping On…] Severe Headache Sensation

It’s 8:07pm and I’m at home with a headache that’s been lasting for about eight or so hours now? My headset-headphones h-fell off my h-ead. I’ll be keeping the tpoes-typos in now because it’s too hard for me to focus on spelling correctly through headaches I-like these. If I can, I will put a note n-in that I will drive it another try, otherwise-otherwise this is how I write when my head is overwhelming in pain.

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[Tripping On…] Ultimate Bus Essay

The title sure puts pressure on this, huh? I am writing this on my final bus ride into town for this series of essays documenting my recovery fron severe disability. I may write more bus essays in the future for other jobs, but this series has loosely documented my recovery. I am more able-bodied than months ago. I might go exploring around the city after I turn in my badge and return to the void.

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[Tripping On…] Penultimate Bus Essay

It’s the last time I’ll wear a business professional downstepped to casual dress on this contract. My-Tomorrow, I will wear a Clutch shirt, as I did on my final day at one job. I don’t see a need to dress up any further. I did so for the business function of being more professional. That’s no longer required, and, I will probably find myself exploring the city in the afternoon after work. If not… later.

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[Tripping On…] Antepenultimate Bus Essay

It’s the morning and not one but two wild people got on the bus. The first took one look at me, sitting in the back, and got scared. This was the sort of paranoia that doesn’t exist without influence. This person left the bus and stared at me. I gave the person a thumbs up, which further intimidated the person. The second is sleeping awkwardly in the bench in front of me. Wednesdays hit hard.

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[Tripping On…] Four Bus Essays

It’s the fourth-to-last bus essay I will write from this general perspective of reality. After my-Friday, everything I learned will either subconsciously permeate into future work or fade. The relationships I’ve made won’t matter except to me and maybe them. There will be no further potential for this version of myself, so I will metamorphize, chiefly with my loosened tongue allowing me to practice debating on myriad topics needing to tighten up, but that’s easy.

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[Tripping On…] Five Bus Essays

It’s morning and I’m thinking abstractly about work. In five days, 40 business hours, and a number more of real world hours, I will be done with this contract. The identity I built up, “Legal-Name-Redacted,” based on myself with significantly fewer elements hidden after my contract end date became clear, can retire. I learned a great many things about myself. Into future work, I will be able to hold my tongue more except when moving on.

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[Tripping On…] Lack Of Internet

I’m not sure what exactly it was, but I didn’t feel motivated to do much of anything today. I even ate more than usual, caffeinated sufficiently, and yet I just didn’t have the interest to do much. If I were to hazard a guess, it would be that I pushed myself too much my-yesterday, and my-past-week, to the point where I slept through most of my weekend, of which this Sunday saw me record nothing.

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[Tripping On…] Six Bus Essays

It’s… not 6:37am because of a flaw in my logic I realized my-yesterday. I am doxxing when I am not at home when I put time stamps for when I am on the bus. By this essay’s publication, I will be long gone from the contract, so it won’t matter there, but if I continued, it would have mattered, perhaps. I don’t think, then, I will be documenting my journey in time stamps after… immediately.

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