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...And now the other furry asshole is needy. I can't win.

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Today’s main distraction- I can’t set down Chaichai without her bitching or lounging across the keyboard. Not fucking helping, cat.

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Goals for Tuesday, 4/4

2 tutorial-led WordPress themes - one is partially completed and should be done by 5 pm, the other hasn’t been started, but done by midnight. 

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If I'm going to be a dumpster fire, I'm going to burn the brightest I can.

N. Brockhoff

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Gasoline for the fire under my ass.

So I’m doing my best to unfuck myself. I spent most of my twenties faffing about, and that shit is about to end. I get my web design and development degree in... oh holy shit, it’s in like 4 weeks. 

However, I feel that - to really move past the uncertainty (and shit wages) of my youth, I need a good job. 

Or a decent one. 

Y’know what - let’s just aim for something that I won’t need extra therapy to endure. 

Anyway, there’s this “Portfolio Day” thing where the sum of your work is judged like heifers at the state fair industry professionals review and provide feedback, as well as networking opportunities to the soon-to-graduate. Which is great - awesome opportunity, good idea, all that jazz - except my portfolio doesn’t. Fucking. Exist. 

To me, it’s just... “Day”.

And it’s a week earlier than every other year, because why the hell not. 

It’s not like I didn’t learn or do anything while I was in college - I have a bunch of work... in pieces. A shit-ton of assignments done well will still not present well if you can’t wrangle them together and wrap them in a pretty package. It’s a scattered, overwhelming while also a grossly insufficient representation of its creator. I’m not saying it’s not accurate (it totally is), just that it doesn’t look good if you’re begging for a cubicle looking for a career.

As such, I’ve been working on making some marginally acceptable projects for the last couple weeks, but now it’s down to 10 days away and that’s not a cozy number. 

My intention is to plan and track how very fucked I am much progress I’m making on a daily basis, and keeping myself accountable by having this shit show open to the public, even though I really hope no one is reading this -because dear god, this shit is rambling panic and has no educational value... unless it’s framed as a cautionary tale. Or it makes you feel better about yourself (#schedenfreude). So, daily goals, breakdowns (of time and mental state), and a review to set up the next day.

Sweet maple-covered Jesus, why the fuck am I still writing - I’ve got shit to do.