You Say Potato...

"Lord have mercy, Jesus!" That's what my grandmother would say when she was exhausted from some long task or just frustrated with something. She was a church going woman so she didn't curse… At least not in mixed company. Since I'm not a church going woman I get to say FUCK!! I love that word because it describes exactly how I'm feeling. Lately I have been so busy with work that I have to remember to breath! Thought I would post this long overdue journal entry between nervous breakdowns.

I was speaking with a friend recently about how different the job I have now is compared to others. I've had several jobs and can not remember any of them causing as much anxiety as this one. The only job that could come close to this one is when I was a manager at Compaq. There were projects I was responsible for and deadlines I had to meet but I don't remember going to bed while my mind raced over the details of the next day. This job is in another league compared to that one! I'm constantly thinking about what needs to be done the following day for each project (I manage multiple projects concurrently) and also thinking 3 or 4 steps down the road to make sure I don't miss anything. I haven't even mentioned the late hours but I will save that for another time. It is truly exhausting but oddly enough I like the people and the energy. So let's say it all together… FUCK!!