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Waking Chris O' Leary
Death can be a good thing. Lately I've been paying close attention to how I spend my time and I'm not at all convinced that I'm enjoying my life as much as I should. So, in an effort to free up some time and space I am going to re-institute the "Food For Worms" mentality so popular around my high school years. Of course, I was young and stupid back then so my mentality would occasionally cross over into anti-social and got me suspended from school, but I'm in a much happier place now and like what I've got going for me overall, it's just the little things like drive and motivation that need tweaking.
Friends and colleagues from work are leaving at a rapid rate for both professional and personal reasons. I wouldn't care normally except that since transferring to a much smaller department, I am closer to my coworkers than I was in my previous jobs and I am worried that my boss might run off the last of them. These holdouts are my friends and I'm already doing what I can to cover their shifts and keep them happy but it means looong weeks and bizarro schedules while they get their life on and I get fucked. But I do it to myself, so who else is to blame? Anyway it's not like I'm even able to take a four day trip anywhere for the next seven months.
Who are these people out there who get paid vacations?! If you even go near our manager with a pink slip for leave approval, she will say no at first then give you so much grief that you regret ever having asked for time off that you earned! Not for myself, I can't even afford to take a trip to DC, but my coworkers are not happy and leaving as fast as possible for greener pastures, or out to pasture in early retirement.
To complicate matters, I find myself at the end of another rewarding-gone-stale relationship. I'm sad, but I really don't mean to be! I really don't like my birth month, it's depressing and cathartic and has too much roiling ennui and bad weather combined for inactivity and right now everybody is sick except me so I'm left to my own devices to entertain...it just sucks. So, the re-institution of "Food For Worms", a slight riff on Carpe Diem but more visceral, and less Latin. We'll see how it goes tonight.
stressedFriends and colleagues from work are leaving at a rapid rate for both professional and personal reasons. I wouldn't care normally except that since transferring to a much smaller department, I am closer to my coworkers than I was in my previous jobs and I am worried that my boss might run off the last of them. These holdouts are my friends and I'm already doing what I can to cover their shifts and keep them happy but it means looong weeks and bizarro schedules while they get their life on and I get fucked. But I do it to myself, so who else is to blame? Anyway it's not like I'm even able to take a four day trip anywhere for the next seven months.
Who are these people out there who get paid vacations?! If you even go near our manager with a pink slip for leave approval, she will say no at first then give you so much grief that you regret ever having asked for time off that you earned! Not for myself, I can't even afford to take a trip to DC, but my coworkers are not happy and leaving as fast as possible for greener pastures, or out to pasture in early retirement.
To complicate matters, I find myself at the end of another rewarding-gone-stale relationship. I'm sad, but I really don't mean to be! I really don't like my birth month, it's depressing and cathartic and has too much roiling ennui and bad weather combined for inactivity and right now everybody is sick except me so I'm left to my own devices to entertain...it just sucks. So, the re-institution of "Food For Worms", a slight riff on Carpe Diem but more visceral, and less Latin. We'll see how it goes tonight.
You know I went through the same thing with the boss and the pink slips and it really gives one a complex. She cannot relax. Any chance of retirement on the horizon?
Hang in there... brighter times are around the bend.