Tuesday, January 10, 2006

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I REALLY don't know what (if anything) this post will turn into.

I might just stop halfway through and delete it all . . . but I feel I've got to make some sort of effort on understanding what's going on in my head today.

Shirtless told me today that I have been in a depressed mood lately, and upon reflection, I guess he's right.

But what is the reason for this? I am sure there are many, most of which I have forgotten over the course of this day of reflecting on it and trying to guess what I was going to say.

One constant source of frustration is Lynda's work. For the longest time, we have been looking at next Tuesday as the drop-dead deadline for her work projects. Things has to be completed by that day or nothing else afterwards would matter. Well, the good news is that it looks like her projects will meet that date on time.

Of course, not too much will change as a result of it. She'll still be working hard, but maybe not until 2 am. She'll still have a lot on her mind, but maybe her work won't be all-consuming. Maybe she'll be able to come home from work at a more reasonable time and maybe we can even out the child care stuff a bit more evenly, but it probably won't start next week.

I don't know what to say about my job right now. I do know that I'm not terribly satisfied with it. I suspect that some of that has to do with the abnormal schedule I have experienced lately. The Christmas holidays and New Years threw off the routine and I got accustomed to having short work weeks, getting off early on a Friday . . . that party/festive atmosphere.

Now, its just grey days and deadlines around the office.

Not good times.

Let's see, what else?

Aww, screw it. I'm not in the mood tonight.

2 comments:

David said...

Oh yeah!

Cookies make life brighter!

flipper said...

First, to burb--Sorry I didn't read your blog until today. I didn't realize you were feeling so down, but I can relate. Things have been weird lately. Sometimes I think it's an unavoidable consequence of enduring winter in Ohio. Or maybe it's just an unavoidable consequence of being human--you're going to get into a funk now and then, and unless you're the type who runs immediately to your doctor demanding large amounts of Prozac, you just have to ride it out. It sucks.

To Jackthunder--I must protest. I definitely do not feel loyal to The System. I do, however, feel VERY loyal to The Paycheck.

Although maybe these are one and the same . . . ?