Schedule change!

Ever since I stopped working full-time, I’ve been working Tuesday through Thursday. It made the most sense; schools tend to have their holidays and inservice days on Mondays and Fridays, so if Q was going to be off school, I’d be off, as well.

Lately, though, I’ve been thinking that maybe working three days in a row is a bit much for me, energy-wise. Quinland’s schedule is no longer a concern. So I’m going to try some new work schedules and see which works best.

First up, starting tomorrow: Monday / Wednesday / Friday. This should be interesting, as I’ll never work more than one day in a row before I get a day off to rest. Not having a four-day weekend will take some getting used to, but I can still shuffle my days if needed for a long weekend away.

I’m looking forward to seeing how this goes! If it keeps my energy at more consistent levels, I’ll be thrilled.

Working girl

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the view from my desk on a winter’s day

Three days a week, I go in to the office to work. My official title is Accounting Manager, which sounds like I am a CPA, but I am not. My title should probably be “Everything That Has To Do With Money,” complete with unnecessary capitalization. I handle Accounts Payable and Accounts Receivable, reconcile commission statements, deal with the payroll, track everyone’s PTO, upload 401(k) contributions, and balance the books. I also get the chance to do quite a bit of writing and editing, which I love.

When I started this job twelve years ago, I had recently stopped teaching elementary school and was looking for something that was not as emotionally draining. I immediately termed my new job “refreshingly monotonous.” Not boring, necessarily, just predictable… and after years of teaching, predictability was something that I craved.

Contrary to the difficulty I have getting organized at home, I am very organized at work. File cabinets, desk drawers, my desktop: there is a place for everything. Everything is not always in its place – I still spread things out like crazy when I am working on a task – but as soon as I get the chance, I put it all back where it goes. When I started, I chuckled at how the girl training me had to have her stapler just so, but some of it must have rubbed off on me. My stapler has to be in front of the paper clip holder, beside the date stamper, on the little shelf above the scratch paper, or it will drive me crazy.

Knowing that I have organizing skills and the discipline to implement them in one area of my life lets me know that lack of skill is not what is keeping me from being just as organized at home. The difference is that I have no sentimental or emotional attachment to the things that surround me at work. In my home, everything is imbued with meaning or memory or possible utility, so everything I touch requires a decision, a plan, or a future. I can handle those things, and I do, but multiply this process by thousands of items and I sometimes feel I will never get through it all.

This is where I need to take another tip from my office routine. There are plenty of things there that I do not like to do, but they need to get done so I plow through them. One by one. Until they are finished.

a slow start to the summer

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Ladies and Gentlemen! I am thrilled to announce that it is officially summer for Lori.

I’m looking forward to summer this year. I have made a momentous decision to cut back my work hours to three days per week instead of five, a change which has just gone into effect this week. Theoretically, this will give me more time to take care of my health, more time to fit in medical appointments, and – hopefully – a lot less stress. It’s kind of crazy to think about cutting back on our income, because we’ve gotten used to a certain amount coming in per month, but we are nothing if not thrifty, so now we’ll just have to rise to the occasion. We’ve got two good jobs and nothing to complain about! I know when to count my blessings.

I must say, though, that the thrill of having the time off work has not yet kicked in. I blame prednisone, the steroid monster of doom. Continue reading “a slow start to the summer”