Wow, it's demotivation day again.
Sep. 24th, 2007 08:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
olorielGnah.
The weekend at the Feuerfest (a joke that doesn't translate into English, as the word can mean both "fire festival" and "fireproof") was wonderful, weird, hilarious and scary; once I have sorted out my thoughts and my character has gotten over her ridiculous crush on Fingolfin, I suppose I'll try to write a brief report.
At work, I have currently been promoted from student assistant to secretary because both our secretaries are ill again. Suspect I only get to work the secretary's hours for the student's hourly pay. Will have to find out about that. On plus side, don't have to do pseudo-boss' bidding. Also, I may have the chance to write my term paper at work, because otherwise I won't make it 'till Thursday.
Oh, who am I kidding. I won't make it 'till Thursday anyway. Only thing I can hope to do is get so much written that I at least have something to show the professor when I go begging for an extension of the deadline. Augh. Uninteresting topics are better than the interesting ones; the interesting ones get me bogged down in all the different fascinating aspects.
Yesterday and this morning were a beautiful start to my favourite season; then came the rain. This evening one the way home (7 pm) it was darkening already, but suddenly the clouds tore up and there was a spectacular sunset and a rainbow (the end of which was visible on the other side of the valley - right on the junkyard in Remscheid. Well I won't dig there. Although considering the prices of junk and steel at the moment...). The sky looked as if it was in flames, which caused Jörg and me to spontaneously break into a recital of "Nis Randers":
Und brennt der Himmel, so sieht man es gut:
Ein Wrack auf der Sandbank! Noch wiegt es die Flut,
Bald holt sich's der Abgrund...
In other words, there are a lot of things that should make me happy or at least content, and the rest needs to be tackled, not pushed away, but I just can't get anything done. Nothing. I feel terribly overwhelmed at the moment. All is well. I just need time.
I hope it's just hormones.
The weekend at the Feuerfest (a joke that doesn't translate into English, as the word can mean both "fire festival" and "fireproof") was wonderful, weird, hilarious and scary; once I have sorted out my thoughts and my character has gotten over her ridiculous crush on Fingolfin, I suppose I'll try to write a brief report.
At work, I have currently been promoted from student assistant to secretary because both our secretaries are ill again. Suspect I only get to work the secretary's hours for the student's hourly pay. Will have to find out about that. On plus side, don't have to do pseudo-boss' bidding. Also, I may have the chance to write my term paper at work, because otherwise I won't make it 'till Thursday.
Oh, who am I kidding. I won't make it 'till Thursday anyway. Only thing I can hope to do is get so much written that I at least have something to show the professor when I go begging for an extension of the deadline. Augh. Uninteresting topics are better than the interesting ones; the interesting ones get me bogged down in all the different fascinating aspects.
Yesterday and this morning were a beautiful start to my favourite season; then came the rain. This evening one the way home (7 pm) it was darkening already, but suddenly the clouds tore up and there was a spectacular sunset and a rainbow (the end of which was visible on the other side of the valley - right on the junkyard in Remscheid. Well I won't dig there. Although considering the prices of junk and steel at the moment...). The sky looked as if it was in flames, which caused Jörg and me to spontaneously break into a recital of "Nis Randers":
Und brennt der Himmel, so sieht man es gut:
Ein Wrack auf der Sandbank! Noch wiegt es die Flut,
Bald holt sich's der Abgrund...
In other words, there are a lot of things that should make me happy or at least content, and the rest needs to be tackled, not pushed away, but I just can't get anything done. Nothing. I feel terribly overwhelmed at the moment. All is well. I just need time.
I hope it's just hormones.
