now returning to our regular programming....
Three weeks away - three weeks and I'm back at work. FOO! I had a meeting with my superior this morning to go over my responsibilities (they're the same as before I went on maternity leave) and the general lay of the land of the organization (read: same f-ing mess as before)
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I left the meeting with a huge pit in my stomach - all those feelings about the job came rushing back. I've been on a holiday haitus, it seems. Everyone is so unhappy there. Everyone is SO stressed out. I'm not looking forward to jumping into that cesspool again. But I have to.
While I go a little more crazy each and every day here with the boys, I realize that these will be forever called "the good old days". Days where dawdling is an acceptable developmental stage, not an executive strategic tactic (or lack of direction or decision making abilities).
Better bite my tongue now. Sigh.
. I left the meeting with a huge pit in my stomach - all those feelings about the job came rushing back. I've been on a holiday haitus, it seems. Everyone is so unhappy there. Everyone is SO stressed out. I'm not looking forward to jumping into that cesspool again. But I have to.
While I go a little more crazy each and every day here with the boys, I realize that these will be forever called "the good old days". Days where dawdling is an acceptable developmental stage, not an executive strategic tactic (or lack of direction or decision making abilities).
Better bite my tongue now. Sigh.
posted by Sherocious at 5:50 p.m.
3 Comments:
You can do it... and make the very best out of it. Don't fret or stress.
I agree. Three wonderful guys waiting for you at home each evening.
xodad
Nan thinks you got very good advice from burgertime, and anonymous. You take fab pictures and they give us a lot of pleasure.
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