Down?

I don't believe it! I post a link to Gooch's website - and my overall hitrate went DOWN! What the hell? I thought I had Google all figured out. What a crock of poo. Steaming poo.

That's really okay, though. I'm not sure I want people browsing my blog out there in the wild. In fact, I might start requiring visitors to sign up first before viewing my blog.

And Now, Some Worthy Content...

It was bound to happen: Burnout. I slept so hard last night, that I actually feel refreshed today. This is the first time I've sat in front of a computer all week and not had the overwhelming urge to browse BoingBoing or Slashdot appearing to look busy to the unknowing. When the going gets busy at the office, things start dropping from my plate fast. Particularly when folks are lined up at the IT department with immediate needs that can't wait for a simple entry into the task tracking system.

Working for someone isn't as tough as working for yourself. I remind myself of this constantly when considering a life working for myself. At some junction in my life, I will realize my dream to be a Business Consultant. Until that time, I will gleefully plug away at my present rewarding job. Even when it gets crazy and busy, I'm reminded of how fortunate I am to have this job that allows me most weekends off, consistent pay (notice I didn't say 'great' or even 'fair'), flexible schedule and ample vacation.

Much of my life these days is working. It's the transition between the Summer after High School and Retirement. College was work. Working while I was in College was work. My day job and business are both work. When I retire, I will sell my business, collect my 401k and live a modest life without getting up to go to work every day. I will instead spend my time reading all the great novels I didn't read while I was working, traveling the world in search of the perfect bottle of wine and enjoying all the time I can with my kids and their kids.

Whoa. Did I really just look out into the future more than 2 weeks? I feel funny now.

Retiring-when-I'm-102ingly,
Gregsta'