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David and Dominic and everyone finally got back from Pebble Beach, it feels like forever, and it's really good to have our CEO back in the office. It's a lot easier sometimes to just go right to the top and appeal to someone's reason as opposed to their sense of loyalty. I have no ambitions to undermine my immediate superiors at work, but if I have a concern, and my response is, "David said to do this," then I'm going to go ask David. Anyways, as uphill as my job has become, it's nice to get results, and I still feel like I continually knock everyone's socks off.
I just have to work more on staying motivated. It's felt hard for the past year, because my mind hasn't always been at work. Hopefully I'm just going through this phase, but I feel like I'm struggling with identity, and purpose, and context, and this disposition doesn't always lend itself well to staring at a database all day, etc.
I feel like I'm doing a lot better emotionally, like I might have reached the apex, and I'm really able to set my sights on accepting everything. It's so funny how when people are in relationships they start to worry about the future, and when they're free of them, they worry about the past.
My former roommate Eric was up last week, we went out for drinks, and on the way home he started being loud and not walking fast enough for my tastes, so when we were three blocks from our house, I just left him to wander the UPS campus. I know it's all my fault for leaving him, but he started asking the night custodians about whether or not people have innate value, and then tried to hug the security staff and goaded them into calling the police. They asked him if he was depressed and took him to the Crisis Triage, where he paced around a lot and signed himself in as "I Love Sleep." When I woke up the next morning, his phone was ringing off the hook in the spare room, and I finally decided it needed answering, and realized where he was. So I had to take the bus across town to check him out. It was a strange day.
David and Dominic and everyone finally got back from Pebble Beach, it feels like forever, and it's really good to have our CEO back in the office. It's a lot easier sometimes to just go right to the top and appeal to someone's reason as opposed to their sense of loyalty. I have no ambitions to undermine my immediate superiors at work, but if I have a concern, and my response is, "David said to do this," then I'm going to go ask David. Anyways, as uphill as my job has become, it's nice to get results, and I still feel like I continually knock everyone's socks off.
I just have to work more on staying motivated. It's felt hard for the past year, because my mind hasn't always been at work. Hopefully I'm just going through this phase, but I feel like I'm struggling with identity, and purpose, and context, and this disposition doesn't always lend itself well to staring at a database all day, etc.
I feel like I'm doing a lot better emotionally, like I might have reached the apex, and I'm really able to set my sights on accepting everything. It's so funny how when people are in relationships they start to worry about the future, and when they're free of them, they worry about the past.
My former roommate Eric was up last week, we went out for drinks, and on the way home he started being loud and not walking fast enough for my tastes, so when we were three blocks from our house, I just left him to wander the UPS campus. I know it's all my fault for leaving him, but he started asking the night custodians about whether or not people have innate value, and then tried to hug the security staff and goaded them into calling the police. They asked him if he was depressed and took him to the Crisis Triage, where he paced around a lot and signed himself in as "I Love Sleep." When I woke up the next morning, his phone was ringing off the hook in the spare room, and I finally decided it needed answering, and realized where he was. So I had to take the bus across town to check him out. It was a strange day.