Busy, Busy, Busy

The last several days have been purely hectic! Between old friends visiting from out-of-town, grand bashes hosted in various backyards, and a rather impressive showing of generic illness from the baby, it's been one heck of a weekend and a crazy start to the week to boot. In addition to all this, of course, I've begun training to take phone calls at work -- which will, most certainly, have little to no impact on my average workday other than a distraction from the duties to which I have been assigned, thus enabling the growing trend of my falling short in some respects to continue and, perhaps, to prosper, which would land me back somewhere other than where I've worked to be.

But then, that may not be a bad thing -- after all, despite the work to get here, it's still an odd fit (as mentioned before), and I'd likely find myself squirreling into something a bit more comfortable for my mind. Hard to say, really, as the future is always undetermined, and there's no assurance that anything will go according to plan even in the event that such a plan existed. I have been informed, however, that whether my present post remains mine or not, I won't be losing the additional pay that came along with it (though I sense that there's more to be had if I can stick to what I'm doing); in that regard, at least, I'm confident knowing that I can still provide as necessary to ensure the livelihood of me and mine.

All told, I've had a lot to think about lately, but little time to do the actual thinking. Hopefully I'll be back here some time later on in the week after some musing has been done, and I'll have something more striking or relevant to lay out before the assembled masses -- or, perhaps more appropriately, distinct lack of masses, as I haven't yet become so delusional as to imagine that anybody would be interested in reading this dreck. I suppose I'll keep on keepin' on, and someday, I'll have something worthwhile to ramble on about. For now, though, courage!

Busy, Busy, Busy

Cut to the Quick

Do you ever get the sense that, despite the fact that you love what you do and worked hard to get there, it's just not the right fit? I'm not talking about your stereotypical "Woe is me, I hate my job!" junk, or the lamenting that one's position is not ideal -- more like wearing a glove that, while it fits, isn't the right color to match your eyes to make them sparkle just so with that mischevious glint that lets the world that you're up to something, and you mean business.

Anyone can hold down a job that they don't like, and begrudgingly storm into work every morning, sucking down the black bitterness of daily coffee that seems the only thing to make the day tolerable -- that's easy, if unpleaseant. It takes a special kind of person, though, to take a job that they love and still feel out of place. It's not the company, the environment, the coworkers, the boss, the tasks ... all of those are great, but there's some other piece missing, some vital key that makes the whole thing jive to the hip swing of the soul. The verve, the elan, the cog that makes the whole machine click, and reconciles all sides of the self -- because the "work" side of the self is certainly at the forefront of today's society, and allowing that to be stifling prevents a certain degree of open freedom in other arenas in which we hope to succeed.

Maybe I'm just not accustomed to my relatively-new position. Maybe I'm just not hitting the numbers I'd hoped. Maybe I'm just crazy. I wonder if anyone else gets this ...

Cut to the Quick

Is This Thing On?

The first post of a brand-new blog is always the most terrifying; it's the one that nobody is going to read for at least a few weeks (if not months), but also the one that the new readers will eventually go back to and think, "Man, this is what started all of this?"

I could go through the pains of telling all of you who I am, but chances are, if you're reading this, you're not here for that. You don't care what I do, what I look like, or what my thoughts on the Industrial Revolution were. You're here to be entertained, and to get a glimpse at someone else's worldview, that ever-so-unique insight that only comes when you're face-to-face with a pair of eyes that aren't your own, but after the fact seems so obvious.

I don't know that I can give much of that, but I'm here to see what comes of it. Maybe this project will become something awesome. Maybe it'll die off as my interest, matched with regular reader levels, flatlines in a month or two. Or maybe, we'll find a happy medium, and I'll have just enough interesting things to say sometimes that some of you poor suckers keep on coming back to wade through my drivel for the few pearls of worth.

If you're reading this as your first foray into my mind, welcome. If you've worked your way back from some time in the future, then -- what are you doing all the way back here? This isn't even me anymore! I can't believe how inane I was (am) back then (right now). I mean, seriously.

Is This Thing On?