Falling in the Black

Camp is…sucking.

And right now that’s putting it lightly.

So far nothing this month has really gone to plan, or even close to how I had hoped it would. The last several days are no exception to that trend.

Exhaustion has been my constant companion since Tuesday’s work shift. I have trudged through the last several days with bleary, burning eyes and a complete lack of focus in most times. Somehow I’ve managed to not royally screw anything up in my exhaustion, but I’ve definitely done and said some delirious things.

Thursday was supposed to be a day off for me, and I was looking forward to it because I could hopefully sleep and try to get somewhere on Camp again. And then… Walking into work on Wednesday morning changed everything, again. For once I can’t blame it on my boss, but I can attribute this one to my DM (District Manager).

Apparently him and my boss held a conversation something along the lines of this before I came in that day:

DM: How are you doing for Easter? How is payroll? Do you need more hours to bring more people in?

My boss: We’re in good shape.

DM: What about payroll? Do you need extra hours? What are [Daelyn’s] hours like this week?

My boss: About 30.

DM: Take another 10-15 hours and give her another day.

*Sigh* Thanks, man. I so wanted an extra day. Not.

At the very least, my boss let me choose which day I wanted to work — Thursday or Saturday. I definitely did not want to work Saturday knowing how much madness THAT was going to be, so I took Thursday and screwed over every plan I had once more. Unfortunately, I also ended up with a longer shift today thanks to those extra hours our DM gave us.

So not only was I disgruntled over that the rest of Wednesday, that night looking at my email I also received some bad news that I feared hearing one day. I’m not going to go into it yet — I don’t have the heart or decision to talk about it yet — although I will have to eventually because it does involve my publishing. I’m not gonna lie, I’m pretty upset and stressed over the news. I feel like a fish out of water, uncertain and worried.

As a result of those extra hours, exhaustion, and now more stress, I’ve finally fallen below par for Camp. Yesterday I was only 13 words above par, and since I didn’t manage to write anything in my bleary-eyed state, I’ve officially fallen below as of today.

I know I’m not going to get anything written today with work, and right now I have no idea how tomorrow is going to go. There’s other things I need to address now.

The bad news also shook my enthusiasm for writing, and its taken my heart out of it right now. In a way, it affects the tentative plans I had for Clockwork Heart, the other novella I was going to work on this month. The one I wanted to finish and release this year. But now…

Now I have absolutely no idea what I’m going to do with it again. For the second time this year. (It’s like the universe is trying to make me doubt myself, and it’s working.)

Right now I guess all I can do is force myself to write for Camp and figure out what options I have left, but that doesn’t bring back my motivation and confidence, that doesn’t help me make a decision. A decision I don’t have all the time in the world to think over and make. A decision I really don’t want to make during Mercury’s Retrograde, but will have to.

None of this now is going to help me figure out where I’m going from here. I think I’ll be lucky if I make my Camp goal this month, no upping it this time. Or if I find my heart for writing again. I can’t even honestly describe what I’m feeling and thinking now. I’m falling in the black.

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4 thoughts on “Falling in the Black

  1. I’m sorry to hear how your month is going. Honestly, my month hasn’t been going any better, and I feel work is the cause of it. I’m not asking to work additional hours, but I work with people who act like a “click.” It’s annoying to feel like you’re in high school at your workplace. It’s even to the point where they’ll chat among themselves when I say something, and then start sickering. For the past week, it’s been bothering me, and I haven’t been able to write.

    Sometimes, you need to just brush the work stuff off and focus on the writing. That’s what I’m going to do, anyway. Stressing about work just isn’t worth it. Lol, this wasn’t supposed to be a rant, but I guess I’ll finish my thoughts. Also, I feel like adults define themselves too much over work. I always need to remind myself I’m a person with other interest and can find others who share my passions. With the “evil” jobs, I feel we forget that =(

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    • Ugh. I’m so sorry you have to deal with bullshit like that. It’s so immature, people need to learn to grow up. I hope it stops for you. And no worries on it sounding like a rant, we all need that vent once in awhile.

      I’m trying to brush off work, but exhaustion makes that hard. And mine right now is more than just work, it’s other concerning bad news as well. But I know the pain, and I know what you mean. We really do tend to define ourselves by our jobs and successes there, not by who we are.

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      • Thanks, and yeah, people do need to learn and grow up. It’s ok, I realized what type of people they are, and I don’t want those types in my life. It sounds like a rough time for you right now; I hope it passes soon. =( It’s hard to write when life is going so shitty.

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