I have had a horrible week at the day job. I don’t write about it much. I feel like I live two separate lives – one here on the computer and on the internet, where I can be the person I want to be, where I can dream and write and travel time and the world and do all those things I want to do and then there is the real world where I have to earn real money doing a real job, a job where people think they know me but they pretty much don’t have a clue. Maybe I need to embrace that mystery, that double-life more. Imagine I am a super-hero, mild mannered certified medical assistant by day, saving the world through words at night.
So, anyway, as I opened with, my alternative personality has had a horrible week so far. We are so short-handed at work, and the week after next, when a co-worker will go out on medical leave for three weeks, that will put us a total of three people short, not counting the people which management has already deemed unnecessary and have laid off. Meaning that the handful of us who are left have to split the duties of five others. And since some of those who are left barely want to do their own jobs, they surely aren’t going to take on any more work. And maybe all of this would be almost tolerable except – we work in the medical field! We take care of patients! Sick patients, hurting patients, dazed and confused patients! But at the end of the day, I am left so dazed and confused that I don’t know which end is up. And don’t even say the “i” word. (That would be “insurance”, which is the only thing in my world which is a bigger joke than management.)
Sorry for the rant. I am just exhausted.
Somehow, though, I have edited a few more chapters on my novel, having gone through chapter 21, which makes this 53% complete. Hmm, six more days to finish it. I will give it my best shot.
How about you? Are you working a day job to pay the bills while you wait for your writing-train to enter the station?