Hey there Wednesday internet people.
You guys watch old animated Popeye episodes? As a teenager I got into all things “old.” If it predated my own era I assigned it extra cool points. A form of hipsterism even then, no doubt, it led me to do things like using the VCR to record reruns of the original-cast Saturday Night Live, shows like I Love Lucy, The Honeymooners, and Leave it to Beaver. Even then I was obsessed with things one or two generations removed from my own. Anyway, I used to enjoy watching the old Popeye animated shorts – especially the WWII themed ones. Even today I still use the phrase, “That’s all I can stands, and I can’t stands no more,” when the situation warrants.
And o’ Daniel in the lion’s den did the situation warrant today. Today was all I could stands, and I can’t stands no more.
I feel like I shouldn’t complain about work… you know the whole “I’m so blessed so why sweat the small stuff” thing… and I suppose that’s right. Yes I suppose that’s right. Anyway my beef really isn’t with the work part of work. I’m killing the work part of work; I always do. I think stress lately is compounded by the looming deadline of our RV trip. Four weeks away and I feel like I have to get so much in motion before I drop everything and run. I know I won’t be able to do it all, and things are complicated by a host of unsavory workplace goings on. So maybe I’m not complaining about work. I’m complaining about some kinda crap at work. Or… man I don’t know… I just know that I’ve got these stupid feelings of guilt creeping in around the edges of the anticipation I’ve been feeling around our coming trip. I want to get it all done and make it all perfect before we split and it’s not going to happen.
It’s going to be a race. RV trip vs. my waning sanity. I have to bet a certain way.