Workin' hard
The last few days have been harsh. There's a good deal a pressure to go around at work. The thing is high pressures induce people to work closer together at frenetic paces as would be indicated by the laws of thermodynamics. Those are very interesting laws, but none that I would want to experience too often. I'm employed as a software engineer and am currently tasked with, apparently, keeping a death march afloat. The project at one point at enormous potential but the manna of such has long since depleted. Some people like to delude themselves that this is all still interesting and fun even as their hair falls out in graying clumps. I was forced to work about ten hours last Sunday, followed on by one eight and two ten hour days.
To add a bit of spice to my day yesterday, on the way out the door I find the recycling that I had carefully placed by the curb the previous evening had been knocked into the street. We live on a very busy street so the next hour was devoted to cleaning it all up (including the broken glass). I just don't understand why people feel the need to slow down and watch me while a wait for them to pass. There seems to be total fascination with people in embarrassing distress I suppose. So there I was, donned in my work attire with my security clearance dangling around my neck, picking up bits of plastic, glass, and aluminum. I was needlessly embarrassed, but that's who I am. Perhaps the added feature of the clearance made it all seem that, "the government is working for you, cleaning up your spills." Can't help you there.
It is all to be summed up that work is grating on me. I manage to convene fleeting moments of solace by revisiting my friendly old interests which I hadn't visited in a while. They recall a time when at work I led a research project and felt a great deal more useful and important. I figure, I'll be damned if I let work delay the rest of my life any longer. So I need to continue carving out a lovely life at home. I need to get my graduate schooling back on track that work has longed delayed. I do have a potential thesis adviser at Drexel. I just need to ratchet up the discussions and get back to class.
To add a bit of spice to my day yesterday, on the way out the door I find the recycling that I had carefully placed by the curb the previous evening had been knocked into the street. We live on a very busy street so the next hour was devoted to cleaning it all up (including the broken glass). I just don't understand why people feel the need to slow down and watch me while a wait for them to pass. There seems to be total fascination with people in embarrassing distress I suppose. So there I was, donned in my work attire with my security clearance dangling around my neck, picking up bits of plastic, glass, and aluminum. I was needlessly embarrassed, but that's who I am. Perhaps the added feature of the clearance made it all seem that, "the government is working for you, cleaning up your spills." Can't help you there.
It is all to be summed up that work is grating on me. I manage to convene fleeting moments of solace by revisiting my friendly old interests which I hadn't visited in a while. They recall a time when at work I led a research project and felt a great deal more useful and important. I figure, I'll be damned if I let work delay the rest of my life any longer. So I need to continue carving out a lovely life at home. I need to get my graduate schooling back on track that work has longed delayed. I do have a potential thesis adviser at Drexel. I just need to ratchet up the discussions and get back to class.