Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Two days in the valley

I am approaching the home stretch with work. Two days and then it is Christmas Eve. Purhaps I can relax some. The job still stresses me. When will I understand that a job is just a job instead of making it my personal life? I still am not over that fact.

This happened at my last place of employment, with the exception that I surpassed all expectation and blew my required stats through the roof. I worked and worked and worked. My reward amounted to higher expectations disproportionate to my pay until I finally blew a gasket.

Now I am just trying to keep up with the quotas and the criticism. My heart sinks. Not even Mr. Waits can drag me from the quagmire. That, my friends, really blows.