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judecorpPerhaps on some people stress creeps up, lingering just around the dark corner until an opportune moment. Perhaps on some people stress steps in, settles down, makes itself at home. For me, stress makes a big to-do, offers jubilant fanfare, and gladly deposits itself upon my shoulders, kicking its legs and hollering like a preschooler. I can be sitting around, casually doing what I need to do, and the impish stresschild hangs on for the ride. Perhaps I am not ready for parenting.
Today I was a Case Transferring Machine, having successfully closed one case and transferred four. That leaves ten remaining. I am closing two more on Friday and one more next week. That leaves six transfers - a very manageable number, I'd say. I was blissfully coasting along through the world of Being Productive when stress opted to make an appearance in my office. Perhaps it was drawn to the colorful toys.
My Jennifer has been contacted by several recruiters/headhunters for various sales positions, some of them in software sales. This is fantastic news, especially since she has been concerned about not being employed. The problem is, of course, that we had decided to sell my car under the auspices of her getting a job accessible by public transportation, and now she has a job interview in a suburb a good distance away.
Of course she should take the interview, and of course she should take the position if it is lucrative enough and otherwise satisfactory, but where does that leave me? Carless, sadly, because she would have a higher paying job and therefore the car would be more valuable to her. So court has reconvened in the case of Gargamel - to sell or not to sell?
Here we are, once again, in Decision Limbo - a common state for us, one that makes me very uneasy and is likely the singlemost unsavory aspect of our relationship. We need to rediscuss the car situation, which leaves me in the awkward position of not knowing how to talk with callers/potential car buyers. Oh, stress, I don't have time to play today!
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Of course, this rant was completely interrupted and irradicated by Coworker Mike, who brought me an approved referral form I'd submitted. I noted with some surprise that there were five last names on this case (most have multiple names, but five is definitely a lot). He walked back into my office and calmly deadpanned, "There must be a lot of whores in that family." I spit water all over my monitor.
Today I was a Case Transferring Machine, having successfully closed one case and transferred four. That leaves ten remaining. I am closing two more on Friday and one more next week. That leaves six transfers - a very manageable number, I'd say. I was blissfully coasting along through the world of Being Productive when stress opted to make an appearance in my office. Perhaps it was drawn to the colorful toys.
My Jennifer has been contacted by several recruiters/headhunters for various sales positions, some of them in software sales. This is fantastic news, especially since she has been concerned about not being employed. The problem is, of course, that we had decided to sell my car under the auspices of her getting a job accessible by public transportation, and now she has a job interview in a suburb a good distance away.
Of course she should take the interview, and of course she should take the position if it is lucrative enough and otherwise satisfactory, but where does that leave me? Carless, sadly, because she would have a higher paying job and therefore the car would be more valuable to her. So court has reconvened in the case of Gargamel - to sell or not to sell?
Here we are, once again, in Decision Limbo - a common state for us, one that makes me very uneasy and is likely the singlemost unsavory aspect of our relationship. We need to rediscuss the car situation, which leaves me in the awkward position of not knowing how to talk with callers/potential car buyers. Oh, stress, I don't have time to play today!
~//~
Of course, this rant was completely interrupted and irradicated by Coworker Mike, who brought me an approved referral form I'd submitted. I noted with some surprise that there were five last names on this case (most have multiple names, but five is definitely a lot). He walked back into my office and calmly deadpanned, "There must be a lot of whores in that family." I spit water all over my monitor.
