Cleaning, Stressing

La de dah. Another day of stress and work, as I clean up my room a little while I wait for the maid to get here. Irony abounds. Hiring someone to help clean the room...and I want to have it as clean as I can before she comes to take an estimate. Maybe save myself a little money, eh? Heh. Yeah right. As messed as this room is.

Otherwise, I have a test to study for this afternoon out of the Book of Obfuscation, a couple hours of Oracle coding this evening, then two weeks' worth of Java assignments to have done by tomorrow afternoon. Then I have the training course on Friday and Monday to prepare for, by making another Powerpoint presentation and registering some Yahoo & Geocities accounts. Rah, rah.

This is the kind of stress where you feel like you're running and running up a hill, and the faster and harder you run, the more you barely tend to stay in that one place and not slip back. I keep telling myself, it doesn't matter; just as long as I get a passing grade on these damn courses, I'm fine, I'm dandy, I'm out of here. But it's getting hard to know whether I'm making that goal or not.

And then there's the further stress of looking for a job in this downturned economy. Joy. Someone please stop the world for a while? I just want to lie around and vegetate for a few months, with my expenses subsidized by...whoever.

Ah well...back to the cleaning grind.

"Actor still seeks work"

Maybe this shouldn't amuse me so much, but it does. In the Slashdot story, "Ask Bruce Campbell Anything", there is this post:

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Actor still seeks work (Score:5, Funny)
by CleverNickName on 08:35 PM November 12th, 2001 (#2556806)
(User #129189 Info | http://www.wilwheaton.net/)

So, uh...can I be in one of your movies?

I am Jack's.sig

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It may not seem all that funny, and you may not quite "get it," until you realize that "CleverNickName" is the handle that actor Wil Wheaton posts to Slashdot by. Upon reading some of his comments and his journal, you come to find out he's actually a pretty neat guy...and I find that particular post hilarious, regardless.

Unmaid

Sigh. The fellow from the maid service came, looked it over, offered some advice, and went. But...it's not what I was hoping for. See, I was hoping for someone who'd come and help me pick up the place. That's what I thought maids did, was straighten up. I've heard about folks who have maids come in once a month to straighten up things, you know? But it turned out that they're just cleaning maids, and I have to get it picked up myself before they can do anything with it. But the picking up is precisely what I need the help in!

The fellow offered some good advice, about working on a little bit at a time, for a certain length of time per day, separating stuff into piles, and maybe finding if there was somewhere I could put more shelving. But it just feels so hopeless. I've got way too much stuff, and too little time, and not enough willpower either. And I just can't get anyone to help me.

Sleepy Thoughts

The best thing about having a slightly oddball sleep schedule--like, usually going to bed at 1 or 2 in the morning--is that, in times of crisis, you can cut back to 10 at night, and it's like there are suddenly four more hours in the day.

Of course, the downside is that this usually works out to be four more hours in which one can procrastinate, but still...