Sh**ty Wrists = Sh**ty Attitude

There will be no rest until everything is under control.


I'm literally on day 13 of a 14 day work week, where I'm working my minimum wage job along with working at a student paper (finding photographers and taking pictures) and well, biting my tongue about certain people's ideals and decisions. I'm back to being a busy girl after a summer of complete burnout. The same work mode as mentioned however throw in a bottle of gin, the Fringe festival and the politics of what a promiscuous inner circle= moments of self loathing and not truly being myself.


But that's the least of the problem.


I developed a wrist problem which has transcended into tendinitis, finally diagnosed last week as a freaked out my doctor over my sheer flexibility (no one is supposed to be bendy like that, ew). My health is now on the line, as a photographer and as a person. This could jeopardize my chances of ever taking pictures for a major publication or anything if I don't get any better.


However, this is what I'm up against.


Apparently at my job, I'm the only person that knows how to make a sandwich. No one knows how to cook, even the woman I work with in the back (she has 3 children and doesn't know how to cook pasta, I figure this is a family of take out).


At the paper I work at, editors think I'm a psychic so I have to guess the time and place on where to send my photographers (including myself), including the names of people I have to take pics of. "Instead of telling me, meet at a battleship at 10 am, tell me 'we're covering a conference by National Defence, 10:30." This is where you will have a photographer showing up.


Having friends who think are better than most (pride ridden) say you can stay with them, only finding out at 2AM after a long day of work followed by travel, that they left their keys in their apt and have to watch them break into their old place to crash. And this is the 3rd time I've seen this happen.


I won't get into the nitty gritty of my family life however there is that one member who really is taking advantage even though she has no advantage at all.


And then you throw in an unnecessary election and stir up more havoc.


How on earth am I supposed to get any better when my attitude is no better than anyone who thinks they are better than me. Where is the common sense that I work my a** off and what I get in return is abuse and sh**ty wrists.



Someone that used to work my coffee shop job recommended another specialist, someone more athletic friendly than medical. Already feeling the havoc of thinking about another thing to do with my wrists, I get annoyed as this is the last thing I want to think about after working a nine hour shift.

Since the diagnosis, I've gotten my focus back. I know what it is, I don't have to wonder what's going to happen to me as a photographer and as a person, this is treatable, there are ways to treat it. I will do anything now to be a healthy photographer when the pressure is on. I do however have to remember to ease up and relax now and then. I mustn't forget to have a better attitude as they equal to better wrists.

I guess that's my excuse to feel better about myself.