Good Problems
Funny how quickly life returns to normal. Whereas a week ago I was energized and filled with images and experiences of far away places, today all I’m filled with is the same old lethargy that takes over after an ordinary week of Florida living and working. One big difference: while I write this I am able to enjoy some of the best coffee in the world, which I brought with me from Puerto Rico. It’s difficult to overstate what a psychologically positive effect this has on me. I suppose it might be analogous to a fashion lover putting on her favorite designer shoes, or maybe a devout catholic getting a housecall from the Pope. Whatever it is, it makes my every day go much better.This also marks my first week working for Cherry and Company. About that, I’ve been getting that so-good-it-must-be-a-sin feeling. For starters, the company bought me a brand-new, top-of-the-line Powermac to work with. Contrast that with the four-year-old Frankenmac I’d been stuck with at my previous job (made out of parts culled together from dozens of other moribund machines, including a keyboard and mouse that I had to provide myself). The organization is run like a well-oiled machine: there are definite and uncontestable procedures set in place for all the basics, from job tracking to clocking in, so that there is no incidence of office politics (too small an office for that, anyway), and never a need for three-hour meetings just to determine what shade of light blue to make the cursor. As a result, pretty much all our time is freed for things like getting the job done. Once. Correctly. Shouldn’t all companies be run like this?
So, yes, I’m elated. I can feel my professional psyche unclench a little more every day. I might even become creative again someday. In the meantime I still deal with the (self-imposed) tension of trying to measure up to people who are far more professional, far more talented than I’m used to. On the outside it doesn’t show but by the time I get home I’m a bag of nerves. No wonder I sleep in on weekends! Still, right now all this seems like what I like to call “a good problem to have.”
Speaking of “good problems to have:” I have been taken to task more than once for not making much ado about my love life on here. (I try to keep my up-close, in-the-flesh friends better apprised, of course, though in these matters — as in most others — I am always cagey and insecure.) Barring the fact that I have no love life at the moment… I figure, it’s my decision to make a fool of myself publicly: I try not to drag anyone else into this. But, very well, then. During the time that I’ve posted on here I had been in love with someone (let’s call her “Melody,” since that’s her name), and we even dated, off-and-on, for some of that time. The oft-quoted “irreconcilable differences” have permanently sundered that relationship, but be it known to any and all that I have loved and continue to love this fellow traveler-thru-life, and I wish her the best. She also happens to be one of the hottest girls I’ve ever had the pleasure of, uhmm, knowing. But don’t just take my word for it:
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