The Hits Keep Comin’

The CEO just called me into his office.

I have just been promoted.

No extra $$, but, instead of sitting quietly in my hole waiting for emergencies and plugging away at data entry, I will be putting out calls for bids on subcontracts, help create the estimates that I have been correcting for the last 14 months, and begin working toward bigger and better things.

The main perk, as far as I’m concerned, is I am much less likely to end my day grumpily feeling that I did nothing of worth that an adequately trained monkey with good social skills couldn’t have done. I stress rather a lot over feeling that I’m wasting my life, and eleven hours a day that has the sole benefit of bringing me a check is perilously close to that. This will help lose that stress from my day.

Even better, since I will have job duties that construction people understand and value, I can feel like less of an imposter. Less fear of being downsized because they don’t understand how much I keep chaos at bay, that’s a good thing.

What a very nice day this is turning out to be.

Now, the thought rises: How can I use this to improve my writing performance? Will less stress equal more energy?

Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry