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What is your daily grind?
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sorry for english
I love talking about such mundane rubbish. Thanks for opening the discussion.
I have a totally mundane weekday lifestyle at the moment. I really enjoy it though. I don't expect it to change for a couple of years*, at which point, I'll probably uproot my life and go do something interesting and completely different in another country or something.
While I was studying - which I did full time for 6 years, expending the minimum amount of energy possible to maintain high grades - I usually worked one part time gig just enough to pay the bills (which was pretty minimal), and I worked another weekend job, with a kickass chef, who paid me (on my request) by cooking all my meals.
** I'm not a morning person. I hate going to bed, but I hate getting out of bed more. If the option is available, I am able to sleep for 15+ hours. I've slept for up to 40 hours before...
*** This is flexible. I'm generally expected to start sometime between 8-9, as long as I'm around during opening hours to take phone calls regarding my projects, its all good.
**** I'm a bit of a workaholic, but I refuse to work overtime. I usually work 8 hours, and cut it off at 9 hours. For that time though, I'm going at 80-100% (I usually start the day a bit slow - again, not a morning person - but by 10am, I've fired up and I'm working at around 75-80%). I'm lucky (and hard-working) enough to be in a position where I'm usually able to just work on whatever I want with nobody breathing down my neck, as I'm very self-directed and always deliver on time.
I'm looking forward to hearing about other people's daily grinds
I have a totally mundane weekday lifestyle at the moment. I really enjoy it though. I don't expect it to change for a couple of years*, at which point, I'll probably uproot my life and go do something interesting and completely different in another country or something.
- 720: wake up to alarm, grumble, hit snooze, continue to do so every 5 minutes. **
- ~740: begrudgingly get out of bed, get dressed, brush teeth, etc
- 750: drive to work, listening to a podcast - Harmontown, The Tim Ferriss Show, WTF with Marc Maron, etc.
- 820: arrive at work***, make breakfast (granola, strawberries, blueberries and yoghurt)
- 830: check emails, to do lists (todoist) and calendar (I do these things all day, but I need to do it first thing in order to take control for the whole day)
- 845: work**** - i prefer to do the tedious stuff before lunch
- 1300: lunch, usually grab a sandwich from the
- 1330: work - i prefer design work in the afternoon
- 1730: drive home
- 1800: sit down, chill out and run through some design ideas or process improvement ideas in my head until SO gets home
- 1900 or thereabouts: sort out dinner
- 2000: spend time with SO, Ne-out together
- 2100: prepare for next day, then just do whatever for a while
- 2300: sleep
While I was studying - which I did full time for 6 years, expending the minimum amount of energy possible to maintain high grades - I usually worked one part time gig just enough to pay the bills (which was pretty minimal), and I worked another weekend job, with a kickass chef, who paid me (on my request) by cooking all my meals.
** I'm not a morning person. I hate going to bed, but I hate getting out of bed more. If the option is available, I am able to sleep for 15+ hours. I've slept for up to 40 hours before...
*** This is flexible. I'm generally expected to start sometime between 8-9, as long as I'm around during opening hours to take phone calls regarding my projects, its all good.
**** I'm a bit of a workaholic, but I refuse to work overtime. I usually work 8 hours, and cut it off at 9 hours. For that time though, I'm going at 80-100% (I usually start the day a bit slow - again, not a morning person - but by 10am, I've fired up and I'm working at around 75-80%). I'm lucky (and hard-working) enough to be in a position where I'm usually able to just work on whatever I want with nobody breathing down my neck, as I'm very self-directed and always deliver on time.
I'm looking forward to hearing about other people's daily grinds
redbaron
irony based lifeform
60 mins to work: get up and shower
55 mins to work: make 1200 calorie breakfast: 3-4 scrambled eggs, 1 cup oats + banana, berries, almonds/mixed nuts, yoghurt and honey, 2 slices of toast with vegemite and 250ml of fruit juice
10 mins to work: realise spent all of my time making breakfast and rush to work
work time: ignore phone call from work and keep driving
5 mins past work: enter workplace, pretend i don't even realise i'm late
Work depends on the day, anything from organising training, performance reviews, counselling and system checks to helping run the store or just bossing around disobedient little shits all day
After work I go home, shower and eat some high energy meal, then I go to the gym 4x a week to lift heavy things, usually neglecting cardio because it's boring and running from lions isn't a thing anymore
After getting home I make dinner, eat with my better half and then we either sit and chat, watch a movie or just both do our own things. If it's the latter she'll probably read something and listen to Norwegian radio and I'll play a video game or talk shit on the internet while listening to music (or all three)
Then we play with the cat(s) because right before bedtime is annoyingly their favourite time to play so I spend at least 15 minutes a day meowing and pouncing around the house with my cat
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55 mins to work: make 1200 calorie breakfast: 3-4 scrambled eggs, 1 cup oats + banana, berries, almonds/mixed nuts, yoghurt and honey, 2 slices of toast with vegemite and 250ml of fruit juice
10 mins to work: realise spent all of my time making breakfast and rush to work
work time: ignore phone call from work and keep driving
5 mins past work: enter workplace, pretend i don't even realise i'm late
Work depends on the day, anything from organising training, performance reviews, counselling and system checks to helping run the store or just bossing around disobedient little shits all day
After work I go home, shower and eat some high energy meal, then I go to the gym 4x a week to lift heavy things, usually neglecting cardio because it's boring and running from lions isn't a thing anymore
After getting home I make dinner, eat with my better half and then we either sit and chat, watch a movie or just both do our own things. If it's the latter she'll probably read something and listen to Norwegian radio and I'll play a video game or talk shit on the internet while listening to music (or all three)
Then we play with the cat(s) because right before bedtime is annoyingly their favourite time to play so I spend at least 15 minutes a day meowing and pouncing around the house with my cat
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Tannhauser
angry insecure male
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- Wake up somewhere between 9AM and 12PM
- Skip breakfast and take tram downtown for work
- Write code and ingest large quantities of caffeine for a few hours
- Go to gym
- Get back to work and write code and ingest caffeine until I run out of focus (usually amounts to a workday between 9 and 15 hours long)
- Sleep
- Skip breakfast and take tram downtown for work
- Write code and ingest large quantities of caffeine for a few hours
- Go to gym
- Get back to work and write code and ingest caffeine until I run out of focus (usually amounts to a workday between 9 and 15 hours long)
- Sleep
Cognisant
cackling in the trenches
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6:30am - Flatmate gets up and starts preparing for work, he showers and his bird bitches until he takes the sheet off its cage, I semi-sleep through this.
7:00am - My alarm goes off, Dizzee Rascal's "Bonkers", I usually turn it off in the first ten seconds which is just noise, it's impossible to sleep through, I used to use "Discipline" by Nine Inch Nails.
7:05am - Morning piss.
7:10am - Showering, most of the time is spent working conditioner into the beard I recently grew back.
7:30am - Go downstairs for breakfast, sometimes cereal, sometimes toast, a banana and Yakult makes a good combo, the bird squawks at me and I make random noises back, annoying as it is I sympathize with its plight.
7:40am - I go back upstairs to iron a shirt, get dressed, gel my hair, trim the beard with an electric shaver and brush my teeth.
8:10am - Out the door and on my way to the bus-stop, the actual bus I catch varies but they all take me to the CBD and whether I'm one block away from work or two it doesn't matter to me.
8:45am - I've arrived at work, I don't start until 9am so I make a coffee or tea.
9:00am - I start working.
11:30am - Lunch time, I go to the eatery on level 1 to buy a hot lunch and in half an hour I'm back at my desk.
3:00pm - I find some excuse to go for a walk around the office, to me it feels wrong not to record it on my time-sheet but my manager couldn't care less. I came from a inner city retail job where being tardy meant someone else had to stay back to hold the line, the military-like sense of punctuality I gained from that served me well in onsite support.
5:00pm - Work's over, time to catch the bus home.
6:00pm or later - I get home, getting out of the city takes longer than getting in.
Once home I have no schedule, I'm usually in bed by midnight.
...usually.
7:00am - My alarm goes off, Dizzee Rascal's "Bonkers", I usually turn it off in the first ten seconds which is just noise, it's impossible to sleep through, I used to use "Discipline" by Nine Inch Nails.
7:05am - Morning piss.
7:10am - Showering, most of the time is spent working conditioner into the beard I recently grew back.
7:30am - Go downstairs for breakfast, sometimes cereal, sometimes toast, a banana and Yakult makes a good combo, the bird squawks at me and I make random noises back, annoying as it is I sympathize with its plight.
7:40am - I go back upstairs to iron a shirt, get dressed, gel my hair, trim the beard with an electric shaver and brush my teeth.
8:10am - Out the door and on my way to the bus-stop, the actual bus I catch varies but they all take me to the CBD and whether I'm one block away from work or two it doesn't matter to me.
8:45am - I've arrived at work, I don't start until 9am so I make a coffee or tea.
9:00am - I start working.
11:30am - Lunch time, I go to the eatery on level 1 to buy a hot lunch and in half an hour I'm back at my desk.
3:00pm - I find some excuse to go for a walk around the office, to me it feels wrong not to record it on my time-sheet but my manager couldn't care less. I came from a inner city retail job where being tardy meant someone else had to stay back to hold the line, the military-like sense of punctuality I gained from that served me well in onsite support.
5:00pm - Work's over, time to catch the bus home.
6:00pm or later - I get home, getting out of the city takes longer than getting in.
Once home I have no schedule, I'm usually in bed by midnight.
...usually.
Architect
Professional INTP
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- Sleep 9PM-5PM (sometimes wake a little earlier but I shoot for 5)
- Wake up, start working, drink my first cuppa after an hour, breakfast, get ready
- In to the day job around 9AM
- Work is a combination of whatever problem I'm thinking about plus some kind of active research like ML or quantum computing. I work better if I switch between things like this, Ti/Ne I guess.
- Back home at 3PM, exercise until 4PM
- Play video games with my kid until 5
- Dinner/Family until 6
- Evening is music (listening and playing), relaxation, movies, study and general reading, open ended with whatever I want (often sitting my thinking chair (1950's Bauman recliner) listening to music and learning something)
- 8-9 is almost always reading some science fiction to relax before bed and turn the brain down
Minuend
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Do people react to 5 min late? I used to work a place where one person was 5-7 mins late everyday and people were like "well, that's just how she is" and it never changed.
There are more aspies than INTPs on this site. Even tannhauser's avatar is an aspie
Yellow
for the glory of satan
6:45 - hit snooze
7:00 - INTJ time (I'm usually asleep or pretend asleep until 7:05)
7:20 - shower/brush teeth
7:40 - get dressed
7:45 - feed/water cats, manage litter box
7:48 - INTJ points out there's a hole, rip, stain, etc. on one of my chosen articles of clothing, lectures me about throwing it out and buying new clothes, while I find something not unsuitable for work
7:55 - get a call from a colleague or employee asking me something they could have figured out on their own, while I pretend I'm in the office.
8:00 - leave the house for my 8:00 shift.
8:05 - receive a text about how I forgot to eat breakfast, didn't take a lunch, and that I had better have eaten something by the time I get home tonight.
work/goof off promising myself I'll buckle down soon
varies, but let's say 5:00 - get off work
5:15 - pick up INTJ at home and go for a walk in the park while he talks about his day at home and updates me on all the cats' antics.
6:00 - come home, heat up dinner (lately, that's soup I made in bulk over the weekend), and lie about having eaten during the day.
6:05 - play MTG while we eat dinner, and listen as he analyses both our decks
6:30 - work on whatever programming project we have going on at the time while fighting my cats, as they think I've sat down with my laptop for the sole purpose of providing them with a lap and pettings.
8:00 - feed/water cats and scoop litterbox
8:10 - draw, read, or goof off online
9:30 - go to bed
10:45 - go to sleep
1:30 - wake up in a coughing fit, conjecture that I might be allergic to cats, get a cough drop, and drink some water
2:00 - fall back asleep
7:00 - INTJ time (I'm usually asleep or pretend asleep until 7:05)
7:20 - shower/brush teeth
7:40 - get dressed
7:45 - feed/water cats, manage litter box
7:48 - INTJ points out there's a hole, rip, stain, etc. on one of my chosen articles of clothing, lectures me about throwing it out and buying new clothes, while I find something not unsuitable for work
7:55 - get a call from a colleague or employee asking me something they could have figured out on their own, while I pretend I'm in the office.
8:00 - leave the house for my 8:00 shift.
8:05 - receive a text about how I forgot to eat breakfast, didn't take a lunch, and that I had better have eaten something by the time I get home tonight.
work/goof off promising myself I'll buckle down soon
varies, but let's say 5:00 - get off work
5:15 - pick up INTJ at home and go for a walk in the park while he talks about his day at home and updates me on all the cats' antics.
6:00 - come home, heat up dinner (lately, that's soup I made in bulk over the weekend), and lie about having eaten during the day.
6:05 - play MTG while we eat dinner, and listen as he analyses both our decks
6:30 - work on whatever programming project we have going on at the time while fighting my cats, as they think I've sat down with my laptop for the sole purpose of providing them with a lap and pettings.
8:00 - feed/water cats and scoop litterbox
8:10 - draw, read, or goof off online
9:30 - go to bed
10:45 - go to sleep
1:30 - wake up in a coughing fit, conjecture that I might be allergic to cats, get a cough drop, and drink some water
2:00 - fall back asleep
Sinny91
Banned
Current Daily Grind:
A whole lotta fucked up.
A whole lotta fucked up.
redbaron
irony based lifeform
A wizard is never late so I wouldn't know :^)
cheese
Prolific Member
I don't grind, I twerk.
Also I don't twerk, I'm lazy.
I hate my job and it's killing me. I also have one of the easiest jobs in the world and I love it. This turned into a rant about my job because the rest of my grind-time is private, jackasses.
Neutral/bad day:
Good day:
The thing about good days is that I could still have them at work even if the rest of me was struggling. I could still push for these kids' self-belief, keep picking *myself* up from my failures with them and keep trying no matter how many times I fell.
I've been having far too few good days recently. Today was a bit of a bad day. I've lost most of my ability to feel and had pretty much stopped caring this past year. I had never given up on trying before this, though I'd still have absolutely horrible days. But writing this post made me cry so I guess I'm still in there somewhere.
Also, any day singing some classical schmuck's darling composition off-key is a good day.
Also I don't twerk, I'm lazy.
I hate my job and it's killing me. I also have one of the easiest jobs in the world and I love it. This turned into a rant about my job because the rest of my grind-time is private, jackasses.
Neutral/bad day:
- Sleep in till latest 2pm. More likely I wake up at 8ish.
- Waste the entire morning and early afternoon watching comedy I've seen at least twice and up to 20x before, or reading bullshit internet crap, or researching whatever weird ailment my body's decided to throw at me. If it's exam period, force myself into learning the new accompaniment material, usually 4 hours later than I planned. Sing the student's part terribly off-key and loudly because it's funny and/or turn all the notes into melodic cussing.
- Keep the house in some semi-reasonable state. Open curtains, windows and doors for SUNLIGHT! and breeze. Use ironing as an excuse to watch whatever sub-par new crime show is out (Blacklist!
).
- Head to work at 3, feeling bleak and grey. Silently alternate between cursing the raucous schoolkids all around me and cursing myself for being so curmudgeonly.
- Spend the next several hours sucking at kids and feeling like a blight upon the world. Facepalm like an elitist prick at least 5x during the day with zero control. Feel like I'm losing my mind and destroying lives in the process.
- Hunch up trying to protect myself from what feels like the painful assault of a 5 year-old's insatiable, undirectable, uncontrollable energy.
- Realise that nothing I do is worthwhile or makes any difference if a kid refuses to learn - all my effort can result in absolutely nothing to show for it. Watch helplessly as progress painstakingly built over months disappears in an hour. Feel my heart dissolve into bile; give up and stonewall the kid. Lesson continues in silence. Drag up the internal resources to try to get through again. Repeat hopeless-give-up--->try-harder process several times throughout the day. Stir in some angsty philosophising about the ethics of what I'm doing (getting paid by another adult to torture a kid against their will and taking it out on the kid when they don't perform even though we both know that makes zero sense). Eventually give up entirely and become a hollow, mute shell till the lesson ends.
- Realise what a terrible teacher I am for kids - cold, critical, analytical. Realise what a terrible parent I'll be, disappearing emotionally and unpredictably. Feel guilty over the damage I'm going to inflict on kids who don't even exist yet. Yell at some current kid trying to argue with me and say I've been teaching longer than they've been alive. Cue internal rising horror.
- Accompany some kid and actually make music for once. Find it both more interesting and more whoreish, like I'm being paid to parade my emotions. Feel dirty telling kids how to fake feelings by engineering the musical line correctly. Rehearse the expression in a phrase 10x so they can reliably manufacture the sounds of emotional authenticity.
- Throughout the day: randomly find myself unable to speak, substituting nonsense words without realising, hands unable to move or jerking, suddenly unable to read the score, fingers collapse, randomly unable to feel anything in the music, playing robotically and with zero understanding. Feel confused and lifeless. Music no longer makes emotional or mental sense and my body is unable to respond. I'm unable to improve the kid's performance and feel uninterested in doing so anyway. Their exam, their problem.
- Make random mistakes with scheduling, names, times - mistakes I can't believe I've made. Feel credibility with parents slipping away.
- Come home at night in the dark completely drained, terrified by my diminishing empathy and ability to feel anything, and beating myself up for being drained after so little work - work which should be inherently rewarding. If it's exam period, tell myself I have to work harder on the pieces, but instead:
- Walk through the door and collapse. Check forum despite hating it. Negotiate dinner. Shower at some point. SOUTHPARK or other TV show with SO (I'm being edjamacated).
- Sleep at reasonable hour because SO has a normal job. Congratulate myself for being Proper, even though it has nothing to do with me. Make plans for the next day being better. Occasionally follow through, relieved I'm still willing to try.
- Waste the entire morning and early afternoon watching comedy I've seen at least twice and up to 20x before, or reading bullshit internet crap, or researching whatever weird ailment my body's decided to throw at me. If it's exam period, force myself into learning the new accompaniment material, usually 4 hours later than I planned. Sing the student's part terribly off-key and loudly because it's funny and/or turn all the notes into melodic cussing.
- Keep the house in some semi-reasonable state. Open curtains, windows and doors for SUNLIGHT! and breeze. Use ironing as an excuse to watch whatever sub-par new crime show is out (Blacklist!
).- Head to work at 3, feeling bleak and grey. Silently alternate between cursing the raucous schoolkids all around me and cursing myself for being so curmudgeonly.
- Spend the next several hours sucking at kids and feeling like a blight upon the world. Facepalm like an elitist prick at least 5x during the day with zero control. Feel like I'm losing my mind and destroying lives in the process.
- Hunch up trying to protect myself from what feels like the painful assault of a 5 year-old's insatiable, undirectable, uncontrollable energy.
- Realise that nothing I do is worthwhile or makes any difference if a kid refuses to learn - all my effort can result in absolutely nothing to show for it. Watch helplessly as progress painstakingly built over months disappears in an hour. Feel my heart dissolve into bile; give up and stonewall the kid. Lesson continues in silence. Drag up the internal resources to try to get through again. Repeat hopeless-give-up--->try-harder process several times throughout the day. Stir in some angsty philosophising about the ethics of what I'm doing (getting paid by another adult to torture a kid against their will and taking it out on the kid when they don't perform even though we both know that makes zero sense). Eventually give up entirely and become a hollow, mute shell till the lesson ends.
- Realise what a terrible teacher I am for kids - cold, critical, analytical. Realise what a terrible parent I'll be, disappearing emotionally and unpredictably. Feel guilty over the damage I'm going to inflict on kids who don't even exist yet. Yell at some current kid trying to argue with me and say I've been teaching longer than they've been alive. Cue internal rising horror.
- Accompany some kid and actually make music for once. Find it both more interesting and more whoreish, like I'm being paid to parade my emotions. Feel dirty telling kids how to fake feelings by engineering the musical line correctly. Rehearse the expression in a phrase 10x so they can reliably manufacture the sounds of emotional authenticity.
- Throughout the day: randomly find myself unable to speak, substituting nonsense words without realising, hands unable to move or jerking, suddenly unable to read the score, fingers collapse, randomly unable to feel anything in the music, playing robotically and with zero understanding. Feel confused and lifeless. Music no longer makes emotional or mental sense and my body is unable to respond. I'm unable to improve the kid's performance and feel uninterested in doing so anyway. Their exam, their problem.
- Make random mistakes with scheduling, names, times - mistakes I can't believe I've made. Feel credibility with parents slipping away.
- Come home at night in the dark completely drained, terrified by my diminishing empathy and ability to feel anything, and beating myself up for being drained after so little work - work which should be inherently rewarding. If it's exam period, tell myself I have to work harder on the pieces, but instead:
- Walk through the door and collapse. Check forum despite hating it. Negotiate dinner. Shower at some point. SOUTHPARK or other TV show with SO (I'm being edjamacated).
- Sleep at reasonable hour because SO has a normal job. Congratulate myself for being Proper, even though it has nothing to do with me. Make plans for the next day being better. Occasionally follow through, relieved I'm still willing to try.
Good day:
- Wake up at 8am. Get ready for the whole day and start cleaning house. Catch up on all laundry. Get work done. Organise day. Make lists and follow through.
- Go to work at 3, feeling ok about it.
- Exude warmth and happiness. Lead kids with energy and enthusiasm. Structure lessons to each kid's needs. ADHD kids (and little kids in general) need regular rewards and clear action plans. When they get this, they respond so much more positively and feel better about themselves and learning. I love seeing this and watching them get empowered.
- Meet with at least one kid's resistance - either rebellion or defeatism. Get excited because this is what I'm here for and I want to help make a difference. The former is often a mask for the latter, so I detach from the frustration and start asking questions till they open up. Once the defeatist attitude is revealed we can attack it. This is the most important part of teaching for me because they have the opportunity to learn the most important life skill they ever will learn: How not to give up. If I can show them by getting them to show *themselves* that failing right now doesn't mean failing forever, then that means more than anything else I could teach them. The ability to believe the future could be better no matter the current circumstances is invaluable immunity to the shittiness of life. We hammer away at whatever skill they're working on over and over till they get it right for the first time. Their faces change; they become alive. They try to hide their smiles of pride because they're still afraid of failing if they try again - maybe it was just a fluke. But we keep pushing till they've mastered it. Now there's a little golden nugget of truth encapsulated in this one skill that says, "How things look right now does not determine the future. *I* determine the future."
- Detach emotionally from the ones who are rebellious - or rather, from their rebellious selves. Understand that this will pass, they're struggling with things I don't know about or understand, and refuse to play into the game they're unwittingly playing. Continue to treat them with lightness and respect. Inevitably the tension dissipates and they become more receptive.
- Worry about the kids who're prone to learned helplessness and defeatism. See the warning signs of future depression and anxiety and try to find as many avenues as possible to stamp that out with the conviction of experience. Rally myself as many times as it takes because these kids need as many instances of faith as they can get. I don't know what they're getting anywhere else, and at least some of these kids are emotionally and/or physically abused at home.
- Accompany a kid. If my random aphasia is present, try not to let it bug me. If I have my normal ability at my disposal for whatever reason, I play well, inspiring the kid and feeling both our faces light up because we're doing something cool. My mind actually works and is able to point out all the ways they could improve in as much painstaking detail as possible. Hammer away at this until there's marked improvement that is reflected in exam reports.
- Come home tired but ok. Have energy for dinner and activities. Sleep at a reasonable time without feeling like I'm going to bed to die.
- Go to work at 3, feeling ok about it.
- Exude warmth and happiness. Lead kids with energy and enthusiasm. Structure lessons to each kid's needs. ADHD kids (and little kids in general) need regular rewards and clear action plans. When they get this, they respond so much more positively and feel better about themselves and learning. I love seeing this and watching them get empowered.
- Meet with at least one kid's resistance - either rebellion or defeatism. Get excited because this is what I'm here for and I want to help make a difference. The former is often a mask for the latter, so I detach from the frustration and start asking questions till they open up. Once the defeatist attitude is revealed we can attack it. This is the most important part of teaching for me because they have the opportunity to learn the most important life skill they ever will learn: How not to give up. If I can show them by getting them to show *themselves* that failing right now doesn't mean failing forever, then that means more than anything else I could teach them. The ability to believe the future could be better no matter the current circumstances is invaluable immunity to the shittiness of life. We hammer away at whatever skill they're working on over and over till they get it right for the first time. Their faces change; they become alive. They try to hide their smiles of pride because they're still afraid of failing if they try again - maybe it was just a fluke. But we keep pushing till they've mastered it. Now there's a little golden nugget of truth encapsulated in this one skill that says, "How things look right now does not determine the future. *I* determine the future."
- Detach emotionally from the ones who are rebellious - or rather, from their rebellious selves. Understand that this will pass, they're struggling with things I don't know about or understand, and refuse to play into the game they're unwittingly playing. Continue to treat them with lightness and respect. Inevitably the tension dissipates and they become more receptive.
- Worry about the kids who're prone to learned helplessness and defeatism. See the warning signs of future depression and anxiety and try to find as many avenues as possible to stamp that out with the conviction of experience. Rally myself as many times as it takes because these kids need as many instances of faith as they can get. I don't know what they're getting anywhere else, and at least some of these kids are emotionally and/or physically abused at home.
- Accompany a kid. If my random aphasia is present, try not to let it bug me. If I have my normal ability at my disposal for whatever reason, I play well, inspiring the kid and feeling both our faces light up because we're doing something cool. My mind actually works and is able to point out all the ways they could improve in as much painstaking detail as possible. Hammer away at this until there's marked improvement that is reflected in exam reports.
- Come home tired but ok. Have energy for dinner and activities. Sleep at a reasonable time without feeling like I'm going to bed to die.
The thing about good days is that I could still have them at work even if the rest of me was struggling. I could still push for these kids' self-belief, keep picking *myself* up from my failures with them and keep trying no matter how many times I fell.
I've been having far too few good days recently. Today was a bit of a bad day. I've lost most of my ability to feel and had pretty much stopped caring this past year. I had never given up on trying before this, though I'd still have absolutely horrible days. But writing this post made me cry so I guess I'm still in there somewhere.
Also, any day singing some classical schmuck's darling composition off-key is a good day.
Creeping Death
Consigliere
Get up some time throughout the day.
Coffee.
Find a park to use the jungle gym.
Eat.
Internet.
Walk.
Eat.
Coffee.
See obvious INxx girl with books, laptop, etc. Want to engage, but I probably look like trouble to her. Fuck it, bang the nodding out ESFP in my stairwell again instead of finding a woman who' s intellectually stimulating.
See another annoying drunk from down the street.
Perfecttarget.exe
Ask him if needs ride.
Hops in, be chill, buy him another beer.
Tell him I need to make a quick stop first.
Stab him repetitively for a couple minutes.
Clean up.
Dispose of him.
Go home and contemplate life.
Eat.
Give one of dead guys fingers to my hopeless ESFP fuckbuddy.
She gets disgusted and says I need therapy.
Slap her then violently fornicate.
Eat.
Sleep.
Repeat.
Coffee.
Find a park to use the jungle gym.
Eat.
Internet.
Walk.
Eat.
Coffee.
See obvious INxx girl with books, laptop, etc. Want to engage, but I probably look like trouble to her. Fuck it, bang the nodding out ESFP in my stairwell again instead of finding a woman who' s intellectually stimulating.
See another annoying drunk from down the street.
Perfecttarget.exe
Ask him if needs ride.
Hops in, be chill, buy him another beer.
Tell him I need to make a quick stop first.
Stab him repetitively for a couple minutes.
Clean up.
Dispose of him.
Go home and contemplate life.
Eat.
Give one of dead guys fingers to my hopeless ESFP fuckbuddy.
She gets disgusted and says I need therapy.
Slap her then violently fornicate.
Eat.
Sleep.
Repeat.
Reluctantly
Resident disMember
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I get up and curse the fact that I have to get up at 4-5am every day. Then I try to sham out of doing PT and go back to sleep if I can. Or I'll make some breakfast. Usually just eggs, a smoothie, sometimes bread with butter, or chocolate pancakes.
Work starts around 9am. I try to figure out how to do the least amount of work as possible. I realized a long time ago that if I take initiative I'll end up doing all the work while everyone else stands around. Your tax dollars are well spent $$$.
Eventually lunch comes around and I'll make some pasta, eat pizza, crackers and cheese, mac and cheese, whatever I have laying around.
Then I go back to work and try not to work until the day ends.
Sometimes I'll spend a whole day doing one thing and not do PT or lunch or anything. Just to give you an example, yesterday I got put somewhere to "guard" a road that was in the middle of nowhere, behind a locked gate. I shit you not. I had this little shack that looked like a tiny outhouse. I wrote "little red rapeshack" on it and went to sleep for about 2 hours. Someone called on the radio so I could let them know I was still alive or something. I never figured out what was going on with the radios. I was told I was guard 1, but someone said they were guard 1 on the radio. Then guard 2 and 3 were checking in with eachother and not radio control, which made no sense, so I laughed every time I heard them and stopped using the radios.
Then the officer in charge wanted me to text him every hour and I did. But it got annoying, so I started making silly comments like "my condition was fading. I was quite parched, so I drank some water. Still alive. everything good now." to which he stopped responding to me.
Eventually a grass cutting crew wanted to go down my road. I told em I was kind of there to keep people from going down the road. They laughed at me, I laughed at myself, and they left.
Then I went back to sleep.
Eventually they came to pick me up and I had to help them because I had a radio I needed to turn in. As soon as they took my radio back, I disappeared while they did whatever it is they were doing.
Noticed the people I normally work with weren't at work and probably only worked half the day, so I went home without telling anyone.
At home I wonder if I'm retarded for actually believing that joining the army would be a good choice.
lol, I think I've had a couple mornings where I tried to make a nice breakfast like this. Not enough time; ended up stuffing my face, while I was still cooking. Not really what I wanted.
Work starts around 9am. I try to figure out how to do the least amount of work as possible. I realized a long time ago that if I take initiative I'll end up doing all the work while everyone else stands around. Your tax dollars are well spent $$$.
Eventually lunch comes around and I'll make some pasta, eat pizza, crackers and cheese, mac and cheese, whatever I have laying around.
Then I go back to work and try not to work until the day ends.
Sometimes I'll spend a whole day doing one thing and not do PT or lunch or anything. Just to give you an example, yesterday I got put somewhere to "guard" a road that was in the middle of nowhere, behind a locked gate. I shit you not. I had this little shack that looked like a tiny outhouse. I wrote "little red rapeshack" on it and went to sleep for about 2 hours. Someone called on the radio so I could let them know I was still alive or something. I never figured out what was going on with the radios. I was told I was guard 1, but someone said they were guard 1 on the radio. Then guard 2 and 3 were checking in with eachother and not radio control, which made no sense, so I laughed every time I heard them and stopped using the radios.
Then the officer in charge wanted me to text him every hour and I did. But it got annoying, so I started making silly comments like "my condition was fading. I was quite parched, so I drank some water. Still alive. everything good now." to which he stopped responding to me.
Eventually a grass cutting crew wanted to go down my road. I told em I was kind of there to keep people from going down the road. They laughed at me, I laughed at myself, and they left.
Then I went back to sleep.
Eventually they came to pick me up and I had to help them because I had a radio I needed to turn in. As soon as they took my radio back, I disappeared while they did whatever it is they were doing.
Noticed the people I normally work with weren't at work and probably only worked half the day, so I went home without telling anyone.
At home I wonder if I'm retarded for actually believing that joining the army would be a good choice.
lol, I think I've had a couple mornings where I tried to make a nice breakfast like this. Not enough time; ended up stuffing my face, while I was still cooking. Not really what I wanted.
EggCustard
Member
Wake up, coffee, internet, eat, sleep.
YoungGuns
Member
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- 71
Friday to Sunday (my work week):
6:00 AM Finally get out of bed
6:30 AM Leave for work, might have ate a sandwich
7:00 AM Arrive at warehouse
7:15 AM Start sticking items in boxes and driving things
1:00 PM Lunch
1:30 PM Continue sticking items in boxes and driving things
7:00 PM GTFO
7:25 PM get home, eat, shower, waste time
9:00-12 PM sleep.
Monday-Wednesday: Class, but very unsteady schedule otherwise
Thursday: off, doing whatever or nothing.
Sleep schedule is all over the place outside the work weekend.
The thought of getting a skilled, hard to get/earn job is strange to me, though a goal once I am far enough along for an internship or something. If that happens.
6:00 AM Finally get out of bed
6:30 AM Leave for work, might have ate a sandwich
7:00 AM Arrive at warehouse
7:15 AM Start sticking items in boxes and driving things
1:00 PM Lunch
1:30 PM Continue sticking items in boxes and driving things
7:00 PM GTFO
7:25 PM get home, eat, shower, waste time
9:00-12 PM sleep.
Monday-Wednesday: Class, but very unsteady schedule otherwise
Thursday: off, doing whatever or nothing.
Sleep schedule is all over the place outside the work weekend.
The thought of getting a skilled, hard to get/earn job is strange to me, though a goal once I am far enough along for an internship or something. If that happens.
The Gopher
President
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- Joined
- Aug 26, 2010
- Messages
- 4,674
10:00 am. Wake up.
10:05 am. Think about how I can make INTPf great again with a brighter future for tomorrow.
10:10 am. Return to INTPf find out one person missed me.
10: 20 am. Organise volunteer work for the chat box.
10:30 am. Consult my advisers via Skype.
11:00 am. Quick trip to the robot and AI factories to ensure production is running smoothly and oversee ethical treatments of robots.
11:30 am. Eat lunch at Aunty Jenny’s diner.
12:00 pm. Start plans for forum election betting pool.
12:30 pm. Plan out first presidential debate.
1:00 pm. Meeting with the late stage systematic anarchy party. (Formerly known as the anarchy plus time party)
2:00 pm. Go swimming.
2:30 pm. Visit the laboratory and inspect pods Bront-Cherr.
3:00 pm. Play devil’s advocate; later complain nobody understands my real positions.
4:00 pm. Urgent meeting when shit posting falls to an all time low.
5:00 pm. Australians get back from work, crisis avoided.
6:00 pm. Eat dinner.
7:00 pm. Ride motorcycle into combat with sword slung over back.
7:30 pm. Stab people with said sword.
9:30 pm. Switch to Epee because the foilists are tired and left.
10:00 pm. Ride home, sing poorly.
10:30 pm. Cook bacon, cheese, eggs and toast for breakfast.
11:00 pm. Complain about the mods because we’re the late stage systematic anarchy party.
11:30 pm. Support the mods because anarchy plus time results in government and the name was designed to pick up the anarchy vote who decided it was too long to read to this point while eventually picking up the mod supporters who just furiously finished reading this.
12:00 am. Continue supporting people on opposite sides of arguments since both groups are within my constituency; later complain people think I’m smarmy.
12:20 am. Mod the other INTP forum.
12:21am Finish modding the other INTP forum.
12:30 am. Provide “support and care” for those who lost and are hurting.
1:00 am. Send new test subjects to the lab. (Unrelated I assure you)
1:10 am. Sleep.
10:05 am. Think about how I can make INTPf great again with a brighter future for tomorrow.
10:10 am. Return to INTPf find out one person missed me.
10: 20 am. Organise volunteer work for the chat box.
10:30 am. Consult my advisers via Skype.
11:00 am. Quick trip to the robot and AI factories to ensure production is running smoothly and oversee ethical treatments of robots.
11:30 am. Eat lunch at Aunty Jenny’s diner.
12:00 pm. Start plans for forum election betting pool.
12:30 pm. Plan out first presidential debate.
1:00 pm. Meeting with the late stage systematic anarchy party. (Formerly known as the anarchy plus time party)
2:00 pm. Go swimming.
2:30 pm. Visit the laboratory and inspect pods Bront-Cherr.
3:00 pm. Play devil’s advocate; later complain nobody understands my real positions.
4:00 pm. Urgent meeting when shit posting falls to an all time low.
5:00 pm. Australians get back from work, crisis avoided.
6:00 pm. Eat dinner.
7:00 pm. Ride motorcycle into combat with sword slung over back.
7:30 pm. Stab people with said sword.
9:30 pm. Switch to Epee because the foilists are tired and left.
10:00 pm. Ride home, sing poorly.
10:30 pm. Cook bacon, cheese, eggs and toast for breakfast.
11:00 pm. Complain about the mods because we’re the late stage systematic anarchy party.
11:30 pm. Support the mods because anarchy plus time results in government and the name was designed to pick up the anarchy vote who decided it was too long to read to this point while eventually picking up the mod supporters who just furiously finished reading this.
12:00 am. Continue supporting people on opposite sides of arguments since both groups are within my constituency; later complain people think I’m smarmy.
12:20 am. Mod the other INTP forum.
12:21am Finish modding the other INTP forum.
12:30 am. Provide “support and care” for those who lost and are hurting.
1:00 am. Send new test subjects to the lab. (Unrelated I assure you)
1:10 am. Sleep.
Puffy
"Wtf even was that"
In the weekday:
-- Try to wake up around 08:00am.
-- Morning gymnastics (full-body stretch), meditate afterwards for 10-15 minutes.
-- I don't usually eat until 01:00pm ish. If I do in the morning it's typically oats, flaxseed, banana & berries with warm lemon water.
-- Leave for work at 09:40ish. It's a 20 minute walk away alongside a nice canal so pretty lucky.
-- Arrive at work for 10:00am. Make a cup of tea or coffee. Have a stand-up meeting with rest of the team on status of the current project and assign the issues we'll be working on for the day.
-- Work until 01:00pm and have a big brunch if its my first meal with my work friends. Try to do some stretches again if possible. (Sitting at a computer all day kills my neck.)
-- Work til 06:00pm and walk home. Fridays I'll usually go out drinking with my friends from work instead.
-- I rotate doing a session of running, body-weight, or breathing/ meditation exercises after work. I typically then shower and brush/moisturise skin in the evening rather than morning.
-- Make big dinner around 08:00pmish.
-- 09:00pm - anywhere between midnight and 2am I usually continue working or studying something computer science related. I'm new to software development and find I need to to keep up with the material, and so I know I have my weekend free.
-- Last hour usually wind down by listening to music, watching something, or reading a book.
Not strictly adhered to in reality, but it's what I aim for at the moment with some success.
-- Try to wake up around 08:00am.
-- Morning gymnastics (full-body stretch), meditate afterwards for 10-15 minutes.
-- I don't usually eat until 01:00pm ish. If I do in the morning it's typically oats, flaxseed, banana & berries with warm lemon water.
-- Leave for work at 09:40ish. It's a 20 minute walk away alongside a nice canal so pretty lucky.
-- Arrive at work for 10:00am. Make a cup of tea or coffee. Have a stand-up meeting with rest of the team on status of the current project and assign the issues we'll be working on for the day.
-- Work until 01:00pm and have a big brunch if its my first meal with my work friends. Try to do some stretches again if possible. (Sitting at a computer all day kills my neck.)
-- Work til 06:00pm and walk home. Fridays I'll usually go out drinking with my friends from work instead.
-- I rotate doing a session of running, body-weight, or breathing/ meditation exercises after work. I typically then shower and brush/moisturise skin in the evening rather than morning.
-- Make big dinner around 08:00pmish.
-- 09:00pm - anywhere between midnight and 2am I usually continue working or studying something computer science related. I'm new to software development and find I need to to keep up with the material, and so I know I have my weekend free.
-- Last hour usually wind down by listening to music, watching something, or reading a book.
Not strictly adhered to in reality, but it's what I aim for at the moment with some success.
redbaron
irony based lifeform
One of the greatest posts in forum history tbh.
5:00
Alarm (although I'm usually already awake, what with having been up with the kids anywhere between 2-5 times a night - every night)
5:05
Enter kitchen
5:30
Head upstairs
5:50
6:10 - 6:20
6:30 - 6:45
Why hello, Amy!
7:00 - 7:30, depending on traffic
16:30
23:00
>_>
Aside from Vegemite (never heard of it) that sounds delicious... although some bacon and maple syrup wouldn't go amiss, I'm sure.
Racist.
Alarm (although I'm usually already awake, what with having been up with the kids anywhere between 2-5 times a night - every night)
- Arse out of bed
- Morning piss
- Head downstairs
5:05
Enter kitchen
- Fill kettle with water from filter and begin to boil
- Prepare a feast fit for a king (chocolate cereal, because I'm 10 years old mentally)
- Ensure that the wife's / eldest kid's bowls and cutlery are out for breakfast
- Make black coffee so strong I can converse with the godhead
- Eat breakfast; consume coffee. Usually browse the internet whilst doing so.
5:30
Head upstairs
- Ensure the kids' clothes are all nicely laid out for nursery (already ironed etc.)
- Turn on shower
- Furiously brush teeth
- Shower / shave
5:50
- 'Talk to Amy'
- Get dressed
- Pack bag(s) - can take a while depending on what I need
- Sneak around giving everyone stealth kisses on the forehead as they sleep (who says INTJs are cold, honestly?)
6:10 - 6:20
- Jump in car
- Set podcast / music up
- Head out
6:30 - 6:45
Why hello, Amy!
- Extreme euphoria / bonfeel
- Excessively loud music
- 90mph + (GTFO of my way, everyone); driving skill level: Batman
7:00 - 7:30, depending on traffic
- Arrive at work
- Do all the things
- Lunch at like 11am or w/e
- Do more of all of the things
16:30
- Leave work
- Pick kids up from nursery
- Pain
- Pain
- Pain
- Pain
23:00
- Bed.
>_>
Aside from Vegemite (never heard of it) that sounds delicious... although some bacon and maple syrup wouldn't go amiss, I'm sure.
Racist.
Yellow
for the glory of satan
Why do you UKians feel the need to make everything sound super-duper extra English?
redbaron
irony based lifeform
It's the only thing they have going for them: they're not actually good at anything so they just make trivial stuff sound more important than it is.
nanook
a scream in a vortex
-leave REM land (10 am)
-trim beard, drink water
-facebook + feedly -> leads to totally unpredictable random content (my life is so exciting)
-youtube subscriptions, movies/ tv-shows
-about two breaks for grabbing some food (bowl of fruits & veggies)
-approach dreamless deep sleep (2 am)
in summer: riding around on my bike, eating fruit outside, watching nature, listening to podcasts etc. may pretend that looking for clothes, that i can't afford right now, is an exercise in enhancing my social freedom. in winter buying food is exercise enough.
on occasion: am called to watch out for my sick mother. visit self help group. explore altered states. take a shower and shave my head.
keep your aspi award, i am happy with my shizoid hoodie.
-trim beard, drink water
-facebook + feedly -> leads to totally unpredictable random content (my life is so exciting)
-youtube subscriptions, movies/ tv-shows
-about two breaks for grabbing some food (bowl of fruits & veggies)
-approach dreamless deep sleep (2 am)
in summer: riding around on my bike, eating fruit outside, watching nature, listening to podcasts etc. may pretend that looking for clothes, that i can't afford right now, is an exercise in enhancing my social freedom. in winter buying food is exercise enough.
on occasion: am called to watch out for my sick mother. visit self help group. explore altered states. take a shower and shave my head.
keep your aspi award, i am happy with my shizoid hoodie.
cheese
Prolific Member
Yellow's having some kind of breakdown around forumers being from places other than the US. Hey Yellow, I know you're horrified it's not going to be quite as easy kidnapping me and stashing me in your lair, but you're going to have to accept that 'normal' is actually everyone else, *not* you people and your toupee'd god. It's really classy here in Austria and I hope that one day you can find it in your heart to hop on a giant metal emu and find out for yourself just how shiny you can polish up kangaroo droppings, or how tall our gum trees grow when you slap a bit of our very own Dingobuddies Mozart their way.