Ventilation

A couple of weeks ago I was told that I’d received the equivalent of a big ol’ promotion at work. More to do. More to track. More responsibility. Officially the position doesn’t kick in until Monday, Jan. 22^22nd. Unofficially, it started right then.

A few days ago a big project came down the pike. The project, though foreseen, ended up becoming a firedrill in which I was implicated. Meh. These things happen. We deal with it, keep the client happy and move on, hopefully learning a lesson whereby this never happens again.

Unfortunately the new position and the old have overlapped. Though I like to think that I’m not a whiner, I have to admit to myself that in this case I am. This past week has been rough. Up and in early, stay late, work from home afterwards. Get up the next day and do it again. Weekend? Heh. Well, now, that’s when you can work without interuption.

Gripe gripe gripe, whine whine whine. I recognize that. Whatever. Just let me get it out of my system.

Truth is, by the end of this week all I wanted was to curl up on the couch and try to pretend it’s not happening. Keep in mind, the couch in question is in my office at work. Shut the door, turn out the light, lie down and let the world go on around and without me for a while. It doesn’t happen, of course.

At the office or at home. A different couch but a similar desire. Get home and have to work more? Instead of going fetal I fire up the laptop. I don’t want to. All I want to do is grab a blanket and curl up as tightly as possible as a person who cares for me fills my wine glass when it’s empty, brings me cheese and bread when I’m hungry and holds me when he’s not doing doing the other things.

Of course none of this happens. I curl up on no couch, neither work nor home. No one brings me wine or cheese. And as for the holding? About as likely to appear as the tooth fairy.

As usual, there is no one to depend upon but myself. Rely upon what’s there and what you know. There’s a job to be done. Two jobs? OK, if that’s what I need to do. No problem. I’ll make it happen. And happen it does. Maybe not as well as someone else could do it, but as well as I can do it and well enough for the job and that’s what matters.

Really though, I’m still hoping for that couch and that wine and that cheese and the person who makes it all worth while.

And the thing is, next week I think is going to be even worse. Well, if nothing else it’ll be an interesting ride. And as we used to say in the SMB, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.