I have worked in the office three times this week. I am supposed to average twice a week. Two weeks ago I only made it in once. This week I went three times to make up for it.
Three days……
Damn, that was a lot. Remember the old days when I worked five days in the office? How the hell did I do that? Three days… it feels like a lifetime.
One more work day left this week and I am going to work from home. Insert the sound of a really emphatic sigh of relief right here.
Change of subject. On Sunday I dropped seven rolls of film in the mail. On Wednesday (yesterday) I got the notification saying that they had arrived at the Darkroom Lab. It is now a quarter to nine on Thursday evening. No scanned images yet. Fingers crossed I don’t have to wait too long. I wanna see how shitty my shitty photos look. I’m ready.
I’m ready for the weekend. Are you ready? I’m ready.
Inside the Red Head's Head 
I really enjoyed reading this! Your writing has such an honest, conversational style that makes everyday experiences feel relatable and entertaining. The reflection on how three office days now feel so different from the old five-day routine really resonated with me. And your excitement (and impatience! 😄) about waiting for the film scans is something every photography enthusiast can appreciate. I hope the photos surprise you in the best possible way—even the “shitty” ones often turn out to be the most memorable! Wishing you a relaxing, well-earned weekend. 📷😊
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