Everyone has a rough day at work.
The desk is a mess. The boss is being “unclear.” Gossip is rampant. Someone stole your Coke out of the fridge. (Jerk.)
But as an online blogger and poet…even a bad day at work is a great day.
This morning I jerked awake far earlier than my body wanted. I started working within minutes of sitting up, before the “sleepies” were even wiped from my eyes. In my nightgown.
I took a freelance job yesterday and I just couldn’t wait to get started. I spent four hours straight editing a poetry book for a client. I must have made over 150 notes on the Google Doc. I worked on it until my neck felt like it was going to fall off and my fingers ached.
The house was Saturday-quiet as I emerged from my work-cave (the bedroom) and stretched, fixed a bit of lunch and freshened up my soda. The family said hello. There may have been a little goofy banter.
I went straight back to work. I couldn’t wait to get on Medium and felt like I was running late to all the notifications. Checking in a few times throughout the rest of the day I have basically just “kept up” with what was going on with very little output.
My fingers are just killing me. My shoulder, an achy mess. I’m propped up on a pile of back-saving pillows.
I did eventually get dressed, in case you were wondering.
But, oh yes, the stats.
Why on earth WHY are the stats all over the place? Today my fan count is less than half of what it has been for two straight weeks. This is terrible. Claps? What claps? They seem to have vanished since the new MPP email was released.
I can allow my mood to plummet. I could. But that probably would only complicate matters.
I could just ride the wave. Rest in the solidarity of what I have built here. Be comforted by the community of writers here that are just as concerned over their own stats-refresh issues.
There will be waves. It is just the nature of things.
What makes sense to me is to prepare when you are in the low — prepare to soar to a greater height when the next wave crests.
The last few days I have read a lot of these “what’s on my mind right now” articles, and I totally don’t mind them. In these shaky times, these worrisome moments, we get to know our coworkers.
We really get to see what people are made of —
What are you made of? Grit? Determination? Woe-is-me? How do you navigate the difficulties of a rough day at work?
Here — I can throw on my slippers. Find a movie. (Ice my neck.) And roll with it. Because a no-good-very-bad-awful-terrible day at work (referring to sucky stats here, seriously where are the clappers?) when I get to be home and in my own environment, tending to this or that health issue — without having to explain myself to a boss! — and writing, editing, poeting — is a fantastic day, to me.
Creative juxtaposition. (Income potential vs creative output) — author’s definition
Christina Ward 💗POM!💗 is a poet, nature writer, survivor, empath, curious spirit, spoonie, and she is — squirrel!! — easily distractable.
Hang in there folks — it’s just a wave.