update
Been a while, so here's a rambling, somewhat disconnected update:
Work has been pure hell. I've got great folks working for me and everyone is pitching in, but the hours are harsh and the stress level is out of this world. I have someone cry in my office at least every other day. One kid has worked 65 hours of overtime in the pay period and has worked 16 days straight. I get calls all weekend long, and most require me to go into the office. I fight to not break down, but that gets closer and closer.
I try not to bring my BS home, but again - it is so hard. I get home and just want to crash, if not cry. That's not a healthy place for a relationship and Brandon has been very understanding, but things can be iffy. I have to deal with so many demands on me by so many people that I just want to slip into a dark cave and not have to think. I force myself to go to the Nazi trainer twice a week to guarantee some physical fitness and stress release -- hell, even he's been really understanding.
The light at the break in the tunnel (not the end of the tunnel by far) is our Caribbean cruise Friday. I'm really afraid that I may just sleep through the whole thing. Ports of call are Aruba, Curacao, St. Lucia, St. Maarten. May go snorkeling--had wanted to scuba, but haven't had the time to do a refresher course. It's a gay cruise, which means a lot of -- theme parties. This go around we have: Carnivale, tropical dream, classic disco, and no gay event is complete without a white party. I've given some thought to what I'll wear, but after the fact pics will tell the story. For the white party I'm going to wear my fencing uniform and will have a white balloon sword (like little kids would get at a birthday party).
We saw a great little movie by the guys who made Napoleon Dynamite: Gentleman Broncos. Very quirky and starts slow, but it turns out to be a funny, charming movie. Especially if you're a science fiction literature fan.
Work has been pure hell. I've got great folks working for me and everyone is pitching in, but the hours are harsh and the stress level is out of this world. I have someone cry in my office at least every other day. One kid has worked 65 hours of overtime in the pay period and has worked 16 days straight. I get calls all weekend long, and most require me to go into the office. I fight to not break down, but that gets closer and closer.
I try not to bring my BS home, but again - it is so hard. I get home and just want to crash, if not cry. That's not a healthy place for a relationship and Brandon has been very understanding, but things can be iffy. I have to deal with so many demands on me by so many people that I just want to slip into a dark cave and not have to think. I force myself to go to the Nazi trainer twice a week to guarantee some physical fitness and stress release -- hell, even he's been really understanding.
The light at the break in the tunnel (not the end of the tunnel by far) is our Caribbean cruise Friday. I'm really afraid that I may just sleep through the whole thing. Ports of call are Aruba, Curacao, St. Lucia, St. Maarten. May go snorkeling--had wanted to scuba, but haven't had the time to do a refresher course. It's a gay cruise, which means a lot of -- theme parties. This go around we have: Carnivale, tropical dream, classic disco, and no gay event is complete without a white party. I've given some thought to what I'll wear, but after the fact pics will tell the story. For the white party I'm going to wear my fencing uniform and will have a white balloon sword (like little kids would get at a birthday party).
We saw a great little movie by the guys who made Napoleon Dynamite: Gentleman Broncos. Very quirky and starts slow, but it turns out to be a funny, charming movie. Especially if you're a science fiction literature fan.