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Taking care of myself: work has some crazy-making parts. It is different from proDuctMan's crazy making: i don't think i'm having buttons pushed, but instead feel i've wandered down a high stress rabbit hole. This pill makes you bigger, this one makes you small, this one inflates peoplesoft numbers, this one means too few resources have been allocated. I will go for a walk after today's phone call and charge the crazy-making project for the time. My boss, whom i interrupted on his vacation, seemed to think it was a fine idea.
I really do think my boss is a wonderful person to work for and helps me unlearn some of the unhealthy work anti-patterns i learned from my parents and then had reinforced by my dissertation advisor.
So now i need to come up with a suitable penance-gift for interrupting him.
Fortunately, the call did not go in the crazy-making direction. I'm not sure why it didn't: i remain a little befuddled as to why the email brought up that issue.
I went on the walk anyhow: it was a bit warm and i was out in the sun in the heat of the day. Were i really taking care of myself, i would have remembered the floppy hat! But i brought the camera, and i indulged almost all my senses. There were ripe blackberries all along the trail: some honey sweet, some sharp, some fruity, some fermented, some even bland. I pinched the ripening fennel, crumbled peppercorns from the pepper trees, and enjoyed the resinous scents of the redwoods and eucalyptus in the sun. The light danced in the creek, fish flashed, and water bugs skated on the surface.
I flip through the video and photos i took: i enjoyed taking them (wishing that the microphone would pick up the water and wind sounds and not the cars on 101 and the camera sound itself). They're pleasant, but perhaps i should just delete them The experience of the summer day was the thing, not recreating it, capturing it.
I really do think my boss is a wonderful person to work for and helps me unlearn some of the unhealthy work anti-patterns i learned from my parents and then had reinforced by my dissertation advisor.
So now i need to come up with a suitable penance-gift for interrupting him.
Fortunately, the call did not go in the crazy-making direction. I'm not sure why it didn't: i remain a little befuddled as to why the email brought up that issue.
I went on the walk anyhow: it was a bit warm and i was out in the sun in the heat of the day. Were i really taking care of myself, i would have remembered the floppy hat! But i brought the camera, and i indulged almost all my senses. There were ripe blackberries all along the trail: some honey sweet, some sharp, some fruity, some fermented, some even bland. I pinched the ripening fennel, crumbled peppercorns from the pepper trees, and enjoyed the resinous scents of the redwoods and eucalyptus in the sun. The light danced in the creek, fish flashed, and water bugs skated on the surface.
I flip through the video and photos i took: i enjoyed taking them (wishing that the microphone would pick up the water and wind sounds and not the cars on 101 and the camera sound itself). They're pleasant, but perhaps i should just delete them The experience of the summer day was the thing, not recreating it, capturing it.
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