While the Masters of the Universe jigsaw puzzles were the highlight, here were my other finds, listed by how I filed them away:
An offensive smell bombarded the Goodwill Outlet store. Part of the morning duties for the front-end staff involve spraying down the halls. Catching a good whiff can bring me back to my back-end work for competitor Value Village where I’d jump into trailers to salvage donations, receive donations, and clean. I can’t tell you how many destroyed jigsaw puzzles I swept into the trash. At least one per week, if not daily, because the box wasn’t taped or it fell apart. So that smell was probably the result of a stinker causing this humble piece of pop culture to explode.
Quick haul post.
How can I remain content and motivated in the rat race? How can I keep this excited state of contentment that tends to happen for me between accepting a new job and some months after starting the new job? I just quit my job and got another. So many people I’ve met are miserable, or subconsciously miserable, and I don’t want to keep in that content-misery cycle. How can I surpass that? Those were some of my questions going into the sensory deprivation chamber.
I don’t like the idea of bands, or things in general, growing on you with exposure. That means you’ve accepted their flaws and it’s also not going with your gut. The first two times I’d seen horror punk (band) Wednesday 13, something was missing. Well, they found it.
I was unhappy. To reference Csikszentmihalyi‘s Flow Model, I’d fallen from flow at work and into constant anxiety with destructive apathy. The mental challenge was gone. My brain was rotting away. I know myself well enough to know that this leads to bad behavior. Friday morning exploded. The details of the catalytic moment could have one thousand variations. It was at this spot, before I took this photograph, that I realized something needed to change. The four-hour float tank session I’d scheduled for the next morning couldn’t have been better scheduled to help me figure out what I needed to do.
My favorite pair of shoes are falling apart. They’re past the point of looking professional, and I wanted to repair and customize them, so got this crazy multi-purpose adhesive to try out. I couldn’t sleep two nights ago… so I got the worse shoe, the glue, and learned what not to do. Halfway through, with a hand sticky from glue, a box I did find to prop up the shoe. Another coat of glue and I realized what I should do. Put together a formal glue toolbox and post with further ado.