Methinks I bite.
That is, I think I have bitten off more than I can chew. I have two guys working for me. Both have completely different work ethics, styles, etc. I have huge projects looming, with massive amounts of cash involved. Which all integrate into other huge enterprise projects that I am not responsible for but also involve a ton of cash. Plus I have normal day-to-day stuff to do.
Yeah. Mild state of continuous panic.
I am not sure if I am used to it yet or not. Considering the levels of mild procrastination on everything, I am thinking that I have not yet adjusted to the new stress level. My mind is rebelling against me. So much swirling about, I keep finding that everytime I break something down or simplify something, another factor introduces a shitload of complexity again. Its like I keep tearing a wall down and another is right behind it.
Well name of the game is patience, I guess. When you start to freak, take a breather, and remember, it is just a job. If the world ends, the job goes with it.
So all I have to do is worry about the end of the world. And that isn’t worth worrying about.
Problem solved. Don’t sweat the small stuff. And remember everything is small stuff.
I keep saying it, but I am not sure I buy my own rationalization. Is that a bad sign? Should I throw my arms up and start to run around like Chicken Little?
Maybe? Probably not. After all… to induce real panic among the masses, I would have to run around naked. And I am kind of cold right now, so everything… ahem… is shrunk. One should not go naked if one cannot aim to impress. Panic is for weenies anyway. Ha.
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