Part-time

I finally asked to work part-time and it was accepted (in the end, after many discussions).
So I will have 3 days weekends starting January (unless there is an emergency).
I will earn less and I know the first year will be complicated regarding money but I'm real happy.
Of course I already have too many ideas to use this additional day (my disease makes me so sleepy I always end doing nothing).
I plan on:
<ul>
<li>Drawing more</li>
<li>Writing my novels</li>
<li>Keeping my flat clean and tidy</li>

It's a lot for a unique day. But I have hope.

Meanwhile, I'm in software division now. I am supposed to test the next version of the software I used at work in the consulting division.
People seem nice but we haven't talked a lot. And the office is weird. It was supposed to be an open space but they don't have the room so we are split between 2 rooms of 6 persons. It was supposed to improve communication in our team but in the end we use Slack to communicate so I don't see the necessity to move us in those rooms...

We moved...

... from one office to the next one. Same building, same floor, I'm just further from the elevators, in another wing. I can see my former office from my new window (which has been taken by my former neighbor). The biggest change is I have to share my office space with someone else.
After 7 years by myself, it's weird to share again.
The good news is if they thought they would stop us from yelling from our seat to communicate (why walking?), they were wrong.
With my former neighbor, we tried today, and if we scream loud enough, we can initiate a discussion... from ours windows. We were very happy to see that we could still discuss without walking.

Vis ma vie de m...

Quand ta famille t'appelle et que l'appel finit à chaque fois en rappel à quel point tu es nulle. Parce que c'est de ta faute si tu ne trouves pas d'autre job, que c'est ton choix de ne pas chercher autre chose, que tu n'as pas assez cherché de solutions...
Bref, le moral est super remonté, mon cœur bat à 112 assise et je vais encore passer une nuit blanche. Et tu as aussi perdu une heure de ta vie parce que cet appel ne pouvait pas être court.
Trop de bonheur. Vive la famille.