A funny thing happened on my way to finishing the MBA. The world turned upside down and went from supposed–to–be–simple to shitstorm on the horizon. The arrival of the new guy meant a fall guy was needed. I guess I fit the bill. So like a submarine ready to dive for a while, I am battening down the hatches, getting prepared for when I come back up.
It has been hard on the morale though. The relentless pounding, the doubting, the wondering whether you are really the problem or not. The last few weeks have been long and horrible. Very little sleep, yet at the same time too tired to think of the future. Vicious cycle.
Think I snapped out of it yesterday. Met with a pro last night; she'll get me whipped in to shape and trained right. Today I think I turned the page.
Two more weeks of this to go, then dive and lay low for as long as it takes. Then we start kicking some ass.
I want that in–ground pool. I want that finished back yard. I want that fuckin' big screen TV.
'nuff said.