Take a deep breath.
This is something I really need to do more: breathe deep and let the stress exit my body with the exhaled breath. You know, it sounds hokey, but it really works.
You know what else works? Quitting the job that has been killing you for the last 15 years. Ha! Yep, I’m finally changing jobs after fifteen years! Well, maybe the old job hasn’t been killing me that long, but for the last four or five years, it has been changing into something that was beyond my control and way too stressful. When you tell your boss you’re going to move on, and he will have to hire three people to do what you have been doing by yourself, you know you were overworked.
So, how do you celebrate the change? Personally, I’m on vacation trying to get my head straight. My last post basically told the story: too much going on. This week, nothing but sun, sand, snorkeling and good food and drink. Okay, maybe a little writing… Next week may be back to the stress, but right now… deep breaths..
Water temp: about 80 degrees F
Air temp: about 85 degrees F
Rum punch temp: about 34 degrees F
Cheers all!
If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs…
Well, I think I’m losing my head. If you see it rolling down the gutter, please kick it in the general direction of my body…
Simply too much going on to keep up. Here’s a short synopsis:
This coming week is the last week of my old job (yes, the new one finally came through)
As a consequence I have three huge projects on my desk that simply must be finished by Friday. Of course, if they are not, I can’t really be fired, can I? But I will try, since I do not leave people hanging (just one of my little foibles). Also, my coworkers for 15 years are going to take me out Friday night (Friday the 13th)… What’s the worst that could happen? Uh… yeah
Saturday I am flying out of the country for a much-needed one week vacation. If you need me, I’ll be on the beach in Grand Cayman. Maybe I’ll even write a blog from there… that’d be fun.
Next Monday back is the first week of my new job (crash course in diabetes research)
That Friday through Sunday is Necronomicon in Tampa (three days of mayhem)
The following weekend is Florida Supercon in Hollywood FL. Long drive, more mayhem.
Two weeks after that we are planning to haul our home (Mr. Mac, our 45 foot sailboat) out of the water for two weeks and virtually rip the guts out of her. No time off work for this, since I’m in a new job, right?
Here’s the good news: The new job is approximately eight blocks from where we live, and only three from where my wife works. What does this mean? It means Chris gets back about two hours per day previously spent behind the wheel of his ’97 Nissan with 225,000 miles on it. (Old rice rockets never die, the upholstery just smells like it.)
So, with any luck at all (hey, it could happen) I’ll be back to better than normal by mid December…
Just in time for the holidays.
Then the new year starts…
Do you ever feel like a gerbil on a wheel?
Rest assured, I’ve been counting my blessings a lot lately, and I think I’m still one or two to the good.