supermalv's Journal

Today was okay. Some minor obstacles along the way that kinda made me want to tear my hear out a little bit but I handled it.

I have to scan this photograph and put it in my booklet. Some required specifications from the teacher or something.

So they have this macintosh computer in that scanning room. I don't even know what it's doing in a modern university. That thing looked like it belongs in the museum for god sake. And I had to be doing my work in there. That was where the bulk of the morning time went.

I kid you not, 2 hours! Just trying to figure how to scan a picture out of a book. But uhh.. I figured it out in the end. So it's all good.

After all that, things goes really smooth though. Now this is what I call a work. I don't mind working hard. But it's so gay when something disrupt your rhythm. Not something that's very pleasant when you're trying to push to your limit. When you start zoning out, and tap into that work-flow, it's so annoying to have obstacles thrown in your way. Because accellerating is always harder than decellerating.

Anyway yeah. I only wanted to do some minor test-printing. But I actually printed almost half of the booklet out! If you never print a booklet before.. let me tell you that, trying to print to both side of the paper is hard! There's always measurement problems, or  the paper jams in the printer, or the ink ran out, or the color is wrong, the order of the pages is wrong. Practically there's a million way that the print job will fuck up. No kidding.

But not today. My plan actually went so well. I planned how the work will print. Everything was measured out.  I carefully thought out how the pages should be arranged. And it actually worked.

And that's just beautiful. Nothing in this life gives more sense of satisfaction than that. Just makes you more sure about yourself. And that's something very precious in life. Specially if you're like me. People that have to work their ass off just to have a speck of self-confidence in themselves.

Oh.. there was one minor obstacles though. After I printed half the booklet out, I proceed to do the rest right? well for some reason there's this error message that keep saying I can't do that. So that took an hour to fix. In the end I solved the problem by trying to print the job one page by one page and found the last one to be the culprit. Some error with the font or something. 

I gotta remember that though. That hour I wasted? about half went to complaining and me threatening the computer. The other half finally had a sense to find and fix the problem by process of elimination. Wasn't easy. Emotion got the best of me again. But yeah, problem is fixed, and I learned an important lesson. Process of elimination! Man i gotta repeat that over and over like a mantra so i won't forget next time.

But overall, I'm quiet satisfied with all the effort I put into this god forsaken booklet. It starts paying off, it turns out. Other people in class are panicking that the due date is next week. Majority of them even just started today.

I would be in that position too if I didn't start sooner and made this my goal. And if I did, the price would be very heavy. First, I'll get tired more because of the pressure. Second, even if I finished it on time, the quality of rushed job and the quality of a well-planned job is much different. If I planned out my time like this, I can concentrate on the detail without the fear of wasting time. Third, additional work on top of the requirement is possible to be done as well. Making the chances of success even greater.

So yeah, I wasn't sure why I wanted to do this when I first started it. But this is great. Not that I can relax just yet. I still have to keep up. But this is great. The momentum is on my side. Things are looking up again. I can do this. Giving 100% of what I have into this booklet thing is achievable. It's no longer a dream. If I work even harder next time. If I get distracted even less. Then there's yet more room for improvement.

And I guess that kind of thought cheers me up. And that's saying something because there's not a lot of things in life that makes me happy.

I think growth is great. Growth gives this life meaning. It's that small thing in life that makes us able to keep holding on to the promises of a better day.