I miss when I had work friends | The Jotter Nook
I've been feeling a lot of dread going to work lately. My recall might not be the most reliable, but I feel like I've never reached this level of dread regar...| The Jotter Nook
I remember the first time I saw snow. I remember watching snowflakes as they danced daintily, as they waltzed through my window. I remember the light in my eyes—my wide-eyed wonder. I remember snowflakes falling softly and melting in my hand. I remember the first time I saw snow—the same time my son first saw snow—when he was only three and I, past thirty.| The Jotter Nook
The post that I really wanted to write, which I started a month ago, is still stuck in the dungeon. I've got the title—it's a good one—and the content, but I can't find the right words. To relieve the bloated draft and hopefully move it one step closer to seeing the light of day, I am posting what I wrote today separately instead. Pardon the uninspired title and the abrupt nature of the entry, because I don't have any words left for today. Still, I would like to list down how life has bee...| The Jotter Nook
Last September, in my home far from home1, it poured outside our window. We had never seen it rain like that the entire time since we moved to W, a whole year and a half before. As we watched, stuck indoors on a weekend, videos of familiar places submerged in floodwaters and read the news of the devastation in neighbouring states and countries, it turned out that rain of this sort was not a usual occurrence.| The Jotter Nook
It's 7am. I am awake in bed when I hear the familiar creak of a door followed by the expected pattering of feet. Moments later, my room door opens, and as I feign sleep, I watch as my four-year-old crawls into bed and plops himself between us. As I welcome him into my arms, the luxury of the weekend not lost on me, his first words come as a pleasant surprise.| The Jotter Nook
These days, I've been checking my email multiple times daily in anticipation of a response to a job that I applied for back in February. Now I've finally reached the last phase of a very lengthy application process and am hoping that I'll land an offer. The waiting feels especially painful since it's all that's left between me throwing my letter and serving out my two months' notice, which, at this point, feels like an eternity.1 To be honest, some things have gotten slightly better at work. ...| The Jotter Nook
Two days ago, I listened to a recording of a work meeting that I did not attend in person and was appalled when I heard my supervisor encourage the use of ChatGPT for the writing of students' portfolios in order to reduce language errors. According to her, ChatGPT is a good tool that we should learn to use to refine our writing and to straighten up our sentences. Now I knew where she was coming from—not everyone has the ability to write well, and the use of ChatGPT would reduce the workload...| The Jotter Nook
I toss and turn, but sleep evades me tonight.| The Jotter Nook
I arrived home on shipment day to a house in chaos—to stacks of items lining every wall and heaps of things piled high at every turn—to a home overrun by the consumerism and materialism we had failed to escape. How was it that we even had so much stuff?| The Jotter Nook
I've been feeling a lot of dread going to work lately. My recall might not be the most reliable, but I feel like I've never reached this level of dread regar...| The Jotter Nook
Life notes—from one me to another—for youth passes like a dream ☾ ﾟ｡⋆| The Jotter Nook
I've been feeling it again lately, the tightness in my chest, the restlessness in my mind that keeps me up at night and idle in the day. It's a familiar feel...| The Jotter Nook
