Hitting a knee-high wall
I’ve heard that when you run a marathon, at some point you “hit the wall”. Figuratively. I don’t really know. But I love the analogy of the marathon, as I try to cross my own (career) finish line. Today, I banged into the wall. About knee level.
If I was just a bit richer, I’d be completing the forms to put it all behind me. I’m tired of telephony and schlepping printer boxes and trying to calm the nerves of administrators. I want my life back. The day count is real. And radioactive. Thirty more working days to summer vacation. Thirty more lunches, and trying to snooze in my chair, and then watching the kilometers slip away in slow motion, as the bus winds its way through heavy traffic. When the best thing I can add is that “it didn’t rain”…
At home, a knock on the door, offering a deal that we didn’t (couldn’t?) refuse. The driveway now has blacktop. Thin, prone to damage, but in place. Might help in the eventual sales campaign. Next up, the kitchen. Or the bath. Or new floors. A lot of money will go out before any comes in. Guess that serves as incentive to keep “running” my workrace.
Wonder where your tax dollars go? On free stuff. Check out this quote: Federal departments and Crown corporations spent more than $280,000 last year promoting tweets and Twitter accounts on social media. Wow! The rest of us get this stuff FOR FREE. Could we hire some middle management with street sense?
