9 to 5, January 18th
Last day at work. There will be no plan for the day today.
Something I should have done yesterday
It is the last day. I should come up with something great to finish things off. But I'm tired, and my thoughts keep drifting to the presentation I have to do about this project on Tuesday (the format: Pecha Kucha - originally invented as a forum for designers now taken up by the business world - weird similarities to my project). Also, I found out that the whole building is closing down at 4.30. But I think it's okay to go home early today, I have worked some extra hours, mostly at the beginning of the week. I have made no plan for today, because I felt I didn't have time before to reflect on what I have been doing the last few days. Having made no plan, the first impulse I had today that was to go back and take some of the pictures again, make them better.
On the one hand, I didn't censor myself this week - I put out lots of things without giving it time to consider them properly. On the other hand I did censor myself - because I knew I would put out stuff immediately I probably didn't take many risks, didn't even consider doing things that would have needed time to be thought through properly. And more so, I didn't consider putting nothing out. Maybe this would have been the most risky thing to do: nothing. It's not a strike. It's not a holiday. I'm still here, but it's over.
back