Whoof.

The job is still eating all of my spare energy, but I suspect that it will be better presently, as I am about as tired now after three consecutive days of work as I was last week after one. Next week I have six days, so we'll see how it goes. I look forward happily to that lovely little window of retail work after one has mastered the job sufficiently not to fear doing something horribly and expensively wrong, but before one realizes that the job could be done equally well by a group of trained llamas, who would get better tips because of the cute fuzziness. Sadly, in my previous retail experience this window lasted about 1.5 minutes. I'm hoping for at least a week this time, because I remember it fondly as a kind of state of Zen.

Actually, the llamas wouldn't make better tips than I do unless they have some skill with spoken Japanese, because wow, is that coming in handy-- both in an 'I have finally caused this person to understand the difference between two products they have confused for years' sort of way and in a 'look, I speak your language and you are so surprised that you will give me money' sort of way. However, llamas may be omnilingual. It would be like them.

And I seem to have an average of doing at least one thing spectacularly right and at least one spectacularly klutzy but not deadly thing per shift, so that works out. And I'm pretty well living off the leftovers I get as comps.

And I can read in the slow bits, though I can't read anything that requires more than about five-eighths of my brain. Have been working through Brust's Draegara novels in some arcane sequence lignota has devised for me; I hand her one, she hands me another one. I will admit that I cannot remember how many of them I've read or precisely which incidents took place in each one, because they make a slowly accreting, non-chronological picture instead of an episodic series, but I appreciate the non-linear approach and the existence of books which will both engage me when picked up and not bother me to go back to them when put down.

So I wouldn't want to do this work forever, and shall look for something more interesting as soon as my stamina is up to it, but as a getting-back-into-things sort of job it's just as good as I thought it would be, though I'll be grateful if I stop being too tired to read interestingly or write after I get home from work of an evening. Hopefully I'll have recovered the use of my brain and gotten some reserves back after about another week, though the rise in hours may make that difficult.

All hail the power of my medications. Yay.

Whoof.

The job is still eating all of my spare energy, but I suspect that it will be better presently, as I am about as tired now after three consecutive days of work as I was last week after one. Next week I have six days, so we'll see how it goes. I look forward happily to that lovely little window of retail work after one has mastered the job sufficiently not to fear doing something horribly and expensively wrong, but before one realizes that the job could be done equally well by a group of trained llamas, who would get better tips because of the cute fuzziness. Sadly, in my previous retail experience this window lasted about 1.5 minutes. I'm hoping for at least a week this time, because I remember it fondly as a kind of state of Zen.

Actually, the llamas wouldn't make better tips than I do unless they have some skill with spoken Japanese, because wow, is that coming in handy-- both in an 'I have finally caused this person to understand the difference between two products they have confused for years' sort of way and in a 'look, I speak your language and you are so surprised that you will give me money' sort of way. However, llamas may be omnilingual. It would be like them.

And I seem to have an average of doing at least one thing spectacularly right and at least one spectacularly klutzy but not deadly thing per shift, so that works out. And I'm pretty well living off the leftovers I get as comps.

And I can read in the slow bits, though I can't read anything that requires more than about five-eighths of my brain. Have been working through Brust's Draegara novels in some arcane sequence lignota has devised for me; I hand her one, she hands me another one. I will admit that I cannot remember how many of them I've read or precisely which incidents took place in each one, because they make a slowly accreting, non-chronological picture instead of an episodic series, but I appreciate the non-linear approach and the existence of books which will both engage me when picked up and not bother me to go back to them when put down.

So I wouldn't want to do this work forever, and shall look for something more interesting as soon as my stamina is up to it, but as a getting-back-into-things sort of job it's just as good as I thought it would be, though I'll be grateful if I stop being too tired to read interestingly or write after I get home from work of an evening. Hopefully I'll have recovered the use of my brain and gotten some reserves back after about another week, though the rise in hours may make that difficult.

All hail the power of my medications. Yay.