Atlast!
Today is Friday.
Today is the first day of the rest of my life.
Today is my last day of work until May 24th.
Today is the last day working for the SoCal office! YES!
Joan told me that when she was at the conference in New Orleans last week that Gail told her how wonderful I was. I just stared at her. Uhm. I've done nothing but rock the boat down there. Yes, I've gotten a lot accomplished, but not nearly what I could have, and only what I felt like doing, which was not much. I pissed off their implementation manager. Pissed off their scheduling manager. I hated my first two months of working down there. I've pointed out the holes in the service model they are so proud of. I missed a week and a half of work after I hurt my back. Ok, so I don't need help. So, I'm nearly completely autonomous, self-motivated, and conscientious. I have high security permissions, and I'm a CPP, and my knowledge-base is higher than 90% of the people there, and I can handle their clients, hell, I saved at least 20 clients for them -- but all of those are reasons why they chose me to work remotely in the first place: my level of competence. How that makes me wonderful, I have no idea. But if me working at less than 50% of capacity and hating my job for the first time in my life makes me wonderful...what does that say about the rest of the people working down there?
Vacation. Three weeks of relaxation and spending time only with people I want to be around. I don't have to be social if I don't feel like it. I can relax and enjoy myself and do what I feel like doing. I can think -- or not think. And I can rejuvenate. My three months of high-stress are over now. Michelle says her greatest fear is that I will go on vacation and not come back. I promised I would not do that. I shall return.
Stephanie is in Fiskebäckskil, Sweden, near where her father spent that year doing marine biology research. Tonite people are supposed to be arriving from Stockholm and Gothenburg and Denmark and they will spend the weekend at the coast. Her birthday is next week and she is supposed to be there all next week. I hope she has a good time. I hope things meet her expectations. She often has such high expectations.
This evening I will try to finish household chores and most of my packing. Rob and Elena will be visiting Saturday afternoon and evening, and probably long into the night... time flies when we get together. So, depending on how late things go, I'm only going to have a partial day on Sunday... and then I fly to Las Vegas Monday morning, to meet up with Stas and formally begin my vacation. Whee!
I'm feeling fairly well. The combination of work-related stress and therapy-related stress has been very tough, it has had me struggling for balance for months. I have therapy at 9:00 -- time to talk about my parents, to use the fish ladders and flop, leap, fly, and twist my way up past the dam that Demming has been in my psyche, like a salmon returning to the source. Only I'm not doing it so I can die. I'm doing it so I can live.
Today is the first day of the rest of my life.
Today is my last day of work until May 24th.
Today is the last day working for the SoCal office! YES!
Joan told me that when she was at the conference in New Orleans last week that Gail told her how wonderful I was. I just stared at her. Uhm. I've done nothing but rock the boat down there. Yes, I've gotten a lot accomplished, but not nearly what I could have, and only what I felt like doing, which was not much. I pissed off their implementation manager. Pissed off their scheduling manager. I hated my first two months of working down there. I've pointed out the holes in the service model they are so proud of. I missed a week and a half of work after I hurt my back. Ok, so I don't need help. So, I'm nearly completely autonomous, self-motivated, and conscientious. I have high security permissions, and I'm a CPP, and my knowledge-base is higher than 90% of the people there, and I can handle their clients, hell, I saved at least 20 clients for them -- but all of those are reasons why they chose me to work remotely in the first place: my level of competence. How that makes me wonderful, I have no idea. But if me working at less than 50% of capacity and hating my job for the first time in my life makes me wonderful...what does that say about the rest of the people working down there?
Vacation. Three weeks of relaxation and spending time only with people I want to be around. I don't have to be social if I don't feel like it. I can relax and enjoy myself and do what I feel like doing. I can think -- or not think. And I can rejuvenate. My three months of high-stress are over now. Michelle says her greatest fear is that I will go on vacation and not come back. I promised I would not do that. I shall return.
Stephanie is in Fiskebäckskil, Sweden, near where her father spent that year doing marine biology research. Tonite people are supposed to be arriving from Stockholm and Gothenburg and Denmark and they will spend the weekend at the coast. Her birthday is next week and she is supposed to be there all next week. I hope she has a good time. I hope things meet her expectations. She often has such high expectations.
This evening I will try to finish household chores and most of my packing. Rob and Elena will be visiting Saturday afternoon and evening, and probably long into the night... time flies when we get together. So, depending on how late things go, I'm only going to have a partial day on Sunday... and then I fly to Las Vegas Monday morning, to meet up with Stas and formally begin my vacation. Whee!
I'm feeling fairly well. The combination of work-related stress and therapy-related stress has been very tough, it has had me struggling for balance for months. I have therapy at 9:00 -- time to talk about my parents, to use the fish ladders and flop, leap, fly, and twist my way up past the dam that Demming has been in my psyche, like a salmon returning to the source. Only I'm not doing it so I can die. I'm doing it so I can live.
posted by KR | 4/29/2005 07:50:00 AM
5 Comments:
A well-earned vacation. Wild flowers still blooming in the high desert. Shall think of you.
Kelly, I hope you have a relaxing and wonderful vacation.........Say, are you going to get naked and clean again by any chance?....Uuuhhhhmmm......can you post pics?
Soundboyz, sometimes you kill me :)
You don't want to see me naked and cleaning: I'd hurt your eyes. Not only is my body far from perfect -- I'm so white I glow in the dark (we don't get much sun here in the Paficic Northwest).
(() :)
Today is the first day of the rest of your life means that the day before the day before yesterday was three days before the first day of the rest of your life. Have a good vacation.
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