Manic Tuesday?

Funny thing, careers. Just when you've mastered your domain and become one with the process, you learn something new that changes everything. Perhaps I'm on my own with this repetitive discovery, but I have a hunch that's not the case.

My role as a politician at work has continued to put me on the defense/offence more than I had previously wagered for. Rather than spending my days toiling away with the minutia of running my department, I'm finding myself now developing and selling what we're going to be working on to the Execs. Is it a pretty job? Hardly. There are days when I wonder to myself how the Exec on the other side of the table can handle the load - so many big picture decisions throughout the day. Perhaps they're used to it.

I can say I aspire to understand their methods, for I will be in their place in the not-so-distant future. I will do things a little differently when I'm king, but not much.

Rather than drag my tired ass into work at the normal hour this morning, I have opted to stay home until about 9:30 and work on things. This blog is one of them. I stayed out late last night, drinking with Sarah, Joe, Streeter, Kyle and Bryan. Good times. It was just what I needed, though, in hindsight, I may have been better off finding alternate means to get home. 3 mixed drinks hits me more than it used to.

Time to root through all that blasted email that I get every day. Since I turned off my notification dinger and little icon that pops up in the tray, I find that I can get a lot more done. It's a fantastic sort of thing. I do feel bad for my Helpdesk Tech - he's got to watch it like a hawk to make sure we respond to people quickly. He's good at it, fortunately. So far, my crass mood hasn't rubbed off on him. I'm working hard to change my perception about things and become cheery and decisive, rather than down on things and procastinative.

Lots' o' love Puddle Town.
Gregsta'