I divert my attention to this blog once again as I stare blankly at the pin on the screen that tells me that I am merely half way through transcribing something I started on 2 hours ago. It is 0239 hrs.
There can be many things for which we plan, and accordingly we negotiate our days. But I have come to realise that there are many things that interrupt this at the least forgiving (and forgivable) times. Where previously I had all days to myself and organised my pace of work to coincide with a time away from my desk to be with my partner, I now am with them and still getting used to it. I still need to get used to not having my own space. I still have to explain to them that I work all day, not just 9-5 on many days, with the odd week/weekend off here and there (given that I work weekends too).
But while this negotiation continues, there are the other disruptions. The distractions from, particularly, social media and a need for an escape from perpetual work.
And yet some others.
Today I made a to-do list for the day and the week. As one does. Everyday. They were simple tasks, I thought. They followed from a previous day of work. And so I began to transcribe an interview I found was not completely transcribed (I listened to it over so many times, I had forgotten I did not type out the words) which was a starting point to link a second section of analysis (the first section had already been sufficiently transcribed). 15 minutes of audio time took me 3 hours – as usual.
Disruptions to this included twitter-threads, and an unexpected call that I fortunately did not answer, as well as messages to various family members. It also included some e-mail reading of good news for me, though implies more more. And so my list for tomorrow increased slightly. When the library began to close, I packed up, shut down my laptop and went off home.
Now here’s another thing. A few days after I moved to be with my partner, my laptop battery died. So I work entirely on power. I return home and in the evening switch on the laptop to find that the transcription file I had been working on had been corrupted. One and a half hour of internet searches, software updates, rebooting system, uninstalling software later, and I have returned to transcribing on another saved file. I have just arrived at the point I arrived at at 1717 hrs earlier yesterday. And I have still more to go. That pin is not going to be moving itself.
Thank god for hand-written notes and screen-grabs.
I still don’t know what I’m doing.