Thanks to all you lovelies who have sent mail asking if I'm okay. I'm not really dead, just sleeping.
Actually it's been a really punishing many weeks since I got back from Seattle. I've been dragged into some super-high profile projects at work that have sucked all the oxygen out of this place. I still feel unfulfilled that I'm spending all this high-tension energy in a place that looks and feels a lot like the West Wing, but isn't. I wish I was Josh Lyman, putting my machine in gear to stagger the evil right-wingers when they least expect it. Storming into the GAO head office howling "BRING ME MY DOGS AND LAWYERS!!!" Ah, fantasy.
It's not all bad- they're sending me to a conference in the US next week (Dallas, for the love of Fox), where among my many responsibilities will be to use my pilot voice to be the "voice of God" (the Metatron?), that will play in between sessions to tell the masses about all our exciting product news. Hmm... lots of opportunities for irony and abuse there...
And then I've still been trying to spend whatever free time I can at the new apartment, tearing down the walls and now, finally, beginning to build them up again. This has been a longer process than I've anticipated, and the moving-in Tiki-themed boozeup I've planned is fading further and further into the far future.
So life is frustrating as usual because I have tons to write about- my head is exploding with ideas and experiences, but no time to get it down on the page. I'll have more here soon, I promise!
Posted by case at March 15, 2006 08:48 PM