The Waiting Game

It's amazing what comes to mind when you're sentenced to 10 - 20 in an airport waiting room. There's no such thing as time off for good behavior. I've been wanded, poked, prodded, and branded (inside joke), so much lately, that I think I'm radioactive from the sensor sweeps. Due to elevated threat conditions, there will be louder speakers with more annoying voices telling you things that you should already know. I'm beginning to think that this is someone's idea of hell. The TSA seems to be making more inconveniences for the everyday traveler. Sorry about the crossover into the saga of the Road Warrior, but it's been a week from hell. Anyhow, back to the waiting room... I feel like I'm in some sort of bad television series or something. I'm sitting next to a guy that is standing and talking on one of those cell phones with the earpiece, so it looks like he's talking to himself. Another lady is actually talking to herself, and no one seems to know the difference. The people next to me are talking about facial hair and its benefits. I really wanna go home!!!! Rescue me, please! See ya.

Extending The Dream

I've got some opportunities out there. For the first time in quite a while, I feel like I actually have some options. As I mentioned earlier, sometimes you have to take a step backward in order to move forward. I might have a good opportunity, but it would require a relocation, but it would be something that finally offers great career advancement. The other job would allow me to stay where I am, but it would be in yet another sector within my industry. Decisions, decisions... I never thought I'd get to the part in the job search in which I actually had some choices. It sure starts to relieve the stress factor. Anyway, I'm going through the normal paperwork that I always have when I return home. I've got a lot of work to do this weekend, too. Guess I should update those other sites of mine also. I'd better get to work. See ya.

Burnout Revisited

Another year has passed, and the dreaded sales meeting looms before me. I have a real aversion to attending these meetings, as they have proven to be an excessive waste of time, money, and resources. In the past several years, they have also had the tendency to demoralize the staff, and have caused excessive stress, fear, and loathing. People plan weddings, pregnancies, and major surgery to avoid these meetings if at all possible. As I don't have any major surgery that I can plan in time, I must travel to the meeting later today. The other thing that they like to do is punish anyone who does not live in the same time zone. We west coast people are required to be there a day early, because I can't get a flight in on Sunday that arrives before the deadline. Ok, I'm complaining a bit too much. Yes, it's obvious that it's time for a career change. See ya.

Vacation Daze

Despite the fact that I'm actually taking a brief vacation, there are still things that need to get done. I just finished clearing off the desk once again. It's amazing what grows on your desk when you travel all the time. I swear that the papers breed and multiply, because there's always so much more junk on the desk every time I take a moment to look. After clearing most of the stuff, I continued onward to my laptop to do a little more work. I was going to actually take some time off, but duty compels me to finish a project that must get done before the end of the week when I officially return to work. So here I am, once again, and I'm just not feeling as recharged as I should be. For the first time in quite a while, I actually took a couple of days just for myself. I had forgotten what that felt like, and I felt kind of guilty about it. Isn't that stupid? I'm off to Hawaii, and then onward to Tampa for what will probably be my final Sales Meeting -- at least for my career with my current company. It's obvious that many people have lost faith in my company. If it weren't for this stupid work ethic of mine, I would have stopped working a long time ago, and started enjoying this vacation of mine. The job search continues. See ya.