It hasn’t been easy lately, what with my extremely stressful new job and the change from Daylight Savings Time, which results in it being dark in the morning when I leave for work and dark again when I return home at night. I feel like a hamster running a treadmill and getting absolutely nowhere. The four days off over Thanksgiving were nice, but not nearly long enough. Heck, a year off from work wouldn’t be enough. I’m that tired.
Since my life has become one of get-up-and-go-to-work and then drag-my-sorry-ass-back-home-again, I’ll take whatever excitement I can get.
Like the little boost I felt when I noticed my follower count had risen … to 666! [cue sinister music]
(I’ll bet you all thought I had more followers than that. Seems that way sometimes, but no, I’m still a baby blogger. And Not CM is enjoying that particular follower number (boo-haha) and waiting eagerly for her count to catch up.)
Even an early morning trip through the car wash has become the highlight of certain days.
Considering my ability to get excited over mundane things like car washes and follower counts, imagine how I reacted when I received a “special invitation” to join a photograph-sharing site. Ok, I know the goal of the invitation is to get me to buy a paid membership rather than the free one referred to in the email, but what the heck. In order to be invited in the first place, someone must have seen some of my photographs somewhere, right? And maybe liked them?
So, yes, I signed up for the free membership. I won’t tell you what site it is until I see what kind of feedback I get from the “real” photographers over there. The laughter alone might make a good future post.
But if they slap me down too hard with their professional criticism, I’ll more likely just quietly withdraw from the site and not tell anyone about it.
Tomorrow is Hump Day. Only a few more work days to the next weekend. Be still my beating heart.
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