Writing Has Been At a Premium Lately...

And I do apologize...

Strange things--okay, maybe just different things--are afoot at the Circle J. Trying to make certain things happen, hoping other things will just find their way under a carpet...

Found out, of course--surprise, surprise--I'm needed to come in this weekend to learn something "new and exciting." My paraphrase. This type of colorful speech doesn't just fount out of everyone at... The "We Make Green Things" company. I wanted to shout: "I don't need to come in this weekend--THINGS ARE HAPPENING!"

When it comes to work, and work-related happenings, I like to stay pretty general... Although I live in the great US of A, freedom of speech DOES get checked at the door, mostly in the interest of continuing to collect little green pieces of paper I can trade for goods and services, but also in the interest of keeping a peaceful work environment.

But I am trying to make things happen... I'd be surprised if less than half of the... Green-thing makers weren't looking to Make Things Happen.

It's like... it's like... when you were a child, you went from a tricycle, to a bike with training wheels, to a free-standing bike... Some of us moved on to dirt bikes, Suzuki's, and some--the real people who like to Make Things Happen--got Harley's. (I hope you understand this is purely metaphorical...) And while the training wheels have been nice, I'm tired of the person who keeps telling me I can't do it without the training wheels...

Mostly that's my inner self: You know, the part of you that hates change, loves caution, and takes comfort in the fact that there's always cheese in the frig. Some of it is the training wheels environment: the constant condensation, the "we will assume you are stupid even though you've been here for almost 6 years" attitude, the over-arching redundancy that certain persons are building into the work flow while irreducibly ignoring other issues that prevent proper work flow... It's almost as if we know the damn will burst, but we'd like to paint over the cracks so it still looks pretty...

Trying to Make Things Happen is hard. No one will do it for you. Of course, the fact that I'm more nervous about telling the Green-Things company that I'm leaving than in waiting to hear from the Purple-Things Company! Between the heartburn, sleepless nights, gray hair cropping up as I stress myself into an early grave for arbitrary deadlines made up by people living and working in the high rises of NYC over 100 miles away is bad enough without adding onto the fact that--well, to be honest, the Green-Things Company has a strange and erratic track record for employees that give notice. Some of not gone down quite so well while for others it's seemed like the end of a long vacation (again, metaphorical...), complete with dinner-of-choice and letters of recommendation for all...

I love the idea behind the Purple-Things company. I love the fact that I won't have to be within four off-white walls about 30 to 50 percent of the time! And while I have a lot of head knowledge, I'm a bit short on the practical experience Purple Company needs, so it may come down to a whim and a hope...

Either way, I will be Making Things Happen. My life can't handle 24/7 stress, the sleepless nights of "Did I get that sent off?" "Did I remember to?" and the keeping track of over 100 different peoples' personal preferences for all the minute details that go into the making of a Green Thing...

So I apologize for the delays and gaps, the start-and-stop of my Internet universe... But once Things Have Happened, and I have settled some of the more... Needful parts of my life, you can expect more regular type to appear here at Life & Otherwise...

Until then, I hope you'll bear with me in this time of Making Things Happen...