lifestyle changes
Jan. 1st, 2008 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
adrian_turtleNow I have a full-time job. This is supposed to be good for me.
I am physically tired much more of the time. I am getting much less exercise than I used to. Practically none, really. It's hard to find time and energy to even do the PT stretches for my shoulder.
Minute to minute, driving is as much of a strain as I thought it would be. I can't multitask well enough to listen to audiobooks or talk on the phone while I drive. It even increases the strain substantially to deal with the GPS while I drive. (And the GPS is unreliable enough that I need to map out at least one route to anywhere I plan to go, and have directions on paper. But the GPS turns out to be good for when that fails.) It's not that the commute is so terribly long. Day to day, the cumulative strain is getting to me pretty badly. My boss made it clear that he expects me to drive to work, that he considers driving my own car to work to be an essential qualification to doing this job on a probationary basis. I resented that for a few days, before realizing I would usually need to take my car in any case--every time I have an early morning meeting at work, or a some kind of late afternoon or early evening appointment in Cambridge or Somerville or darkest Waltham, I would need to drive. It's not that the commute is so terribly long. It's about an hour of driving each way, when I don't have to deal with snow or traffic jams. When my commute was 20 minutes walk + 20 minutes on a bus + 20 minutes walk, it took more time (counting the wait time)...but it was much less of a physical and emotional strain.
When I write something, now, I need to go back through it and take out all the inappropriate obscenities. Email to colleagues. Notes to my sweeties. Grocery lists. Political letters. I wonder if this is some kind of displaced road rage, or if I'm just looking for another way to express the old familiar stress, now that my fingernails are pretty well gone.
I am physically tired much more of the time. I am getting much less exercise than I used to. Practically none, really. It's hard to find time and energy to even do the PT stretches for my shoulder.
Minute to minute, driving is as much of a strain as I thought it would be. I can't multitask well enough to listen to audiobooks or talk on the phone while I drive. It even increases the strain substantially to deal with the GPS while I drive. (And the GPS is unreliable enough that I need to map out at least one route to anywhere I plan to go, and have directions on paper. But the GPS turns out to be good for when that fails.) It's not that the commute is so terribly long. Day to day, the cumulative strain is getting to me pretty badly. My boss made it clear that he expects me to drive to work, that he considers driving my own car to work to be an essential qualification to doing this job on a probationary basis. I resented that for a few days, before realizing I would usually need to take my car in any case--every time I have an early morning meeting at work, or a some kind of late afternoon or early evening appointment in Cambridge or Somerville or darkest Waltham, I would need to drive. It's not that the commute is so terribly long. It's about an hour of driving each way, when I don't have to deal with snow or traffic jams. When my commute was 20 minutes walk + 20 minutes on a bus + 20 minutes walk, it took more time (counting the wait time)...but it was much less of a physical and emotional strain.
When I write something, now, I need to go back through it and take out all the inappropriate obscenities. Email to colleagues. Notes to my sweeties. Grocery lists. Political letters. I wonder if this is some kind of displaced road rage, or if I'm just looking for another way to express the old familiar stress, now that my fingernails are pretty well gone.
