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?
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Mighty again! You are full of the mighty! Will we see you on Friday? Because it sounds like you will need hugs. Or a catfight.
Or both. I will be arriving circa 5ish…or 6ish. I will be glorying in the company of my daughter for a time tomorrow afternoon (the first time I’ve gotten to see her since she was a single girl), and that will take the time it takes. But I will be there for the evening.
Yay! (Don’t tell B but I’m sneaking a hippopotamus into my carryon luggage….)
(Good moves. They’re hell to fold tightly enough to pack. I’m bringing a Sharpie to mark out the tatts.)
Keen! Hopefully they can cut back your hours a bit too. 11 hours a day sucks. (I know because I have to do it every so often.)
Probably not. I only work 8, but have a mandatory hour unpaid lunch, and two hours of commute; 11 hours of the day shot neatly in the forehead. I’ll settle for better feelings, less stress, and more energy; when I’ve the energy, I am very like a god in all ways but one, in which I am more like a horse.
[…] I am very like a god in all ways but one, in which I am more like a horse.
You do realize I’m going to expect to be able to confirm or deny that for myself this weekend.
I’ve always had an appetite like a horse. You’ve seen me eat.
I’ve seen my horses eat, too, and you do not compare. Next item?
Uhm…I’ll work until I drop, if suitably motivated?
Roxcellent. Should I be packing scotch, or champagne?
Bring champagne. I’m bringing champagne. We’ll have champagne.
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