Quick Update
Hello again everyone.
This is just a quick post before I go Tylenol PM myself to sleep.
This damned plague doesn't end and just when I think I’m getting better another development happens.
So long story short I’m still sick. And still working 50+ hours a week....maybe more I haven't counted recently. But there is a list as long as my arm to get through and get this....
I'm back down to a three-person crew. One of the new bloods hasn't shown up or called in over a week so I had to fire her, and yes I have called multiple times...... tough luck, but I’m still trying to get everything done. That's the hard part getting everything done with understaffed crew and no overtime allowed....
All in all I’m psyched about work...(you can hear it in my voice if you move past the sarcasm.) Actually I’m finally part of the team, my boss respects what I do and keeps me learning things daily. And I get more responsibility, more of my projects that I flourish with. More sense of Purpose that lacks in almost every other aspect of my life.
That's what work gives me. Purpose. Something to achieve that's well within my goals, but at the same time pushes me to be something better. And the funny thing is....the reason I have this purpose is because of my passion for what I do.
I'm not sure if it's a new realization brought out by the plague, but What I do every single night isn't rocket science...Isn't brain Surgery, It isn't even like trying to talk to women...(Beyond the pale reference Jim Gaffigan) I go in and I put things in order, and for someone with my personality...it's very calming to me. I go in and everything has its place and it drives me to exceed in what I do. Drives me to accomplish all that I accomplish...
And gives me that overwhelming sense of purpose and belonging. I belong with books. The stories of a million people, of every single genre, talk to me and keep me in a world all of my own....
It's nice...
Well so much for short...but then again when the moment hits we all get possessed by the rambling daemon.
So I’m off to bed now. I hope that I shall see you soon, but with this plague I’m not sure.
Stay sane until then.....or you could just lose it. Either way keep safe.
~David
This is just a quick post before I go Tylenol PM myself to sleep.
This damned plague doesn't end and just when I think I’m getting better another development happens.
So long story short I’m still sick. And still working 50+ hours a week....maybe more I haven't counted recently. But there is a list as long as my arm to get through and get this....
I'm back down to a three-person crew. One of the new bloods hasn't shown up or called in over a week so I had to fire her, and yes I have called multiple times...... tough luck, but I’m still trying to get everything done. That's the hard part getting everything done with understaffed crew and no overtime allowed....
All in all I’m psyched about work...(you can hear it in my voice if you move past the sarcasm.) Actually I’m finally part of the team, my boss respects what I do and keeps me learning things daily. And I get more responsibility, more of my projects that I flourish with. More sense of Purpose that lacks in almost every other aspect of my life.
That's what work gives me. Purpose. Something to achieve that's well within my goals, but at the same time pushes me to be something better. And the funny thing is....the reason I have this purpose is because of my passion for what I do.
I'm not sure if it's a new realization brought out by the plague, but What I do every single night isn't rocket science...Isn't brain Surgery, It isn't even like trying to talk to women...(Beyond the pale reference Jim Gaffigan) I go in and I put things in order, and for someone with my personality...it's very calming to me. I go in and everything has its place and it drives me to exceed in what I do. Drives me to accomplish all that I accomplish...
And gives me that overwhelming sense of purpose and belonging. I belong with books. The stories of a million people, of every single genre, talk to me and keep me in a world all of my own....
It's nice...
Well so much for short...but then again when the moment hits we all get possessed by the rambling daemon.
So I’m off to bed now. I hope that I shall see you soon, but with this plague I’m not sure.
Stay sane until then.....or you could just lose it. Either way keep safe.
~David