Okay already, I’ll post again.

I have been working too long and too hard to have anything worthwhile to say. Mad people are out of my office, and thusly, I am picking up slack from every angle. I enjoy that the days pass quickly when I’m playing the deadline game, but it really takes its toll.

It’s still hard for me to believe that I have found myself in such a go-go-go, high-stress line of work; it wasn’t that long ago when I couldn’t have dealt with anywhere near this amount of pressure. Nowadays, it just keeps me on my toes. I am incredibly thankful that I have learned to better manage stress and expectations and such. It has done wonders for me. I think in some way I learned by watching my dad suffer from stress mismanagement.

Case in point: my dad and I used to golf a lot, especially during my summer vacation. I remember when I was younger, I would get frustrated and stop having fun, wishing I could play better or at least just adequately. My dad always had a hard time having fun playing golf. He was almost always frustrated with himself or his game. So he would often tell me, in quite a stern voice, things like “we’re out here to have fun damnit!” Though he had a hard time following his own advice.

It took me a while to be able to golf again after he died, but now when I do, I have a blast, and never getting worked up about how I’m playing actually allows me to play better. A bitch of a way to learn a lesson, but there’s no better way to make sure you remember it.

Nothing like making yourself well up with tears (at work) while writing a blog post. Damn.

Anyway, my day is just about done here at the shop, so I can go home and play with my wife and daughter and cook dinner and read some crazy Elmo book for the 4,962nd time (she still loves it).