This seems fun.
tell me so
…I haven’t gone to the work because, with my Saga (game design school) final project’s deadline coming dangerously close, I thought I’ll get a little more done if I worked at my home and used the breaks to work on the project.
It turns out that my mother was home during all the morning and didn’t let me work because I /had/ to help with lunch and listen to her while she did a two hours long vent on me;
During the afternoon, I had SO MANY tasks I had to work until one and a half hour later than I should.
And at the evening, when I was about to really get on with the project, my mother arrived again and forced me out of the computer “because she wanted to check her e-mails and her netbook was too slow”. Oh, by the way, I was going to run scans and uninstall useless softwares for her, so the netbook was a little better. “Right NOW”.
It’s 0:42AM, I am not done uninstalling all of the useless shit from the netbook (which is slow as hell), I haven’t even touched my final project and I have to wake up at 6AM for work.
It’s kinda nice to go back and read older texts, so I just read my first posts here.
It was right when I was about to quit my first job, so I guess I should talk about the aftermath, even if for myself to read in a distant future.
It turns out that I dropped the teacher carreer and became a web designer.
I have my own computer and my own desk, filled with random things. =3
I have good tools and softwares and after working a long time in a project, I look at it and smile proudly (not very often, but it happens).
It’s nice to look back and see how you accomplished something, right? =3
Now I shall go to sleep.
It seems I really had a Tumblr after all.