My job is ruining my life. I thought i would be clever and take the promotion (I'm the project manager now, ol' #2) so that i'd have my evenings free for playing guitar. Instead I'm working more hours than before, getting up earlier and getting home about the same time. I'm always crabby now from being exhausted because my sleep is all fucked up. Today i'm up extra early because a machine at an EPA super fund site is acting up and they are in a different time zone. I sent out some stuff that should take care of the problem, but if it doesn't then I'm flying to minneapolis and then driving to fargo ND. I am not thrilled about this trip. Why can't we only do business with Jamaca? But this project is pretty important because a lot of the grant money is riding on it. Also, if this works out then the money might come through for another project where I'd have to go to Korea and China to help setup a mass production thing to manufacture a bunch of these automated gas chromatographs. That's a trip i would like to take.
But this job is just ruining my life. I just broke my record for hours last month and I don't even have a real girlfriend or even a beach trip to justify working so hard. I haven't been working this much since I was doing 18 hour shifts 6 days a week in the navy. Fuck, listen to me bitch-bitch-bitch.
I just want my time back. I've been schemeing to play my guitar on the street (much higher terror level than an open mic) but between work and the weather, it hasn't panned out. I keep missing my open mics now too. Speaking of the weather, is it me or has it been rather strange in PDX lately? Whenever the weather gets weird, i think of a little bird and wonder what's become of her and if she's all right. I don't know why moody weather makes me think of her, but it's been so strange lately that I almost called to make sure everything was fine. But that's just stinkin' thinkin' as the rummies like to say.
Well, off to work.
But this job is just ruining my life. I just broke my record for hours last month and I don't even have a real girlfriend or even a beach trip to justify working so hard. I haven't been working this much since I was doing 18 hour shifts 6 days a week in the navy. Fuck, listen to me bitch-bitch-bitch.
I just want my time back. I've been schemeing to play my guitar on the street (much higher terror level than an open mic) but between work and the weather, it hasn't panned out. I keep missing my open mics now too. Speaking of the weather, is it me or has it been rather strange in PDX lately? Whenever the weather gets weird, i think of a little bird and wonder what's become of her and if she's all right. I don't know why moody weather makes me think of her, but it's been so strange lately that I almost called to make sure everything was fine. But that's just stinkin' thinkin' as the rummies like to say.
Well, off to work.
As for the job, just hearing about it makes me exhausted.
Most Americans do overwork themselves leaving little to no time for relaxation and vacation.
Isn't the primary perk of working all the time not having the chance to worry about too many other things? Keeps the mind occupied.