
Another trip to my mother's yesterday to followup on the basement sorting and cleanout in preparation for a possible move to an apartment. This time Carol came along and we took it as far as we could. We brought home all the loose photos and albums to sort through. Most photos will probably be discarded, tons of duplicates and irrelevant shots, newspaper clippings, etc. We spent about and hour and a half once we got home getting the sort started. Plenty to do there.
As much as I like my job I'm not looking forward to returning to it this week. The last couple of weeks I have as much as I can handle. By the end of each day I get as much new or continuing project work as I gotten done pushing some that I hadn't yet worked commitments to the brink. Today there was targeted advert on my FB stream for printed T shirts with the phrase "Graphic Designer", because freakin' miracle worker is not an official job title".
2 comments:
Mmm, home-cooked corned beef. It’s been a while. Guinness, too. Hard at work at the coal face I see, I don’t miss it.
Compelled to celebrate St. Patrick's Day, it's in the genes. If it wasn't for the Guinness I'd probably give up working for a living.
Post a Comment