Got Some Change?

Cuz we could all use a little change, as the song goes.

I love my job. I really do. I like everyone I work with - I've made some good friends there, and that was surprising. I had forgotten the friend factor that a good job can bring with it.

I love what I do. It's challenging, and there's room to grow, and my boss is supportive and stands up for us when we need him to. I get respect from my co-workers, and my boss, and my clients, the academic publishers I support.

But... (And you knew there was one of those, didn't you?)

But I'm doing the job of about 4.5 people. We've been asking for help since the beginning of this year, and the guys at the top of the food chain aren't listening. The president of the company is an engineer, and, like most engineers, thinks that everybody else in the company is just so much dead weight. He's been heard to say this at upper-level management meetings. We don't get bonuses, we don't get respect, and we don't get any help.

So, with a huge amount of regret, I'm sprucing up my resume. Probably should have done this a while ago, but you know how it is, hope springs eternal. Oh well.

Going to the Sabercats game tonight. They're playing the Tampa Bay Storm - some chick singer is going to be playing halftime, and the game is sold out, probably as a consequence. Ashanti? I have no idea who that is, but then I'm astoundingly unclued about such things. You'll have to forgive me.

On the "Ericka's Busted Bodily Parts" front, I'm finally getting an MRI next Wednesday. Thank God. I'm sick of being incapable of climbing stairs with both legs. I can't walk more than 10-15 yards before I start limping again. I can't ride a bike, I can't exercise, and as a consequence I can't lose weight. I've been really depressed, imagining the long years of my life stretching ahead, unable to get around without the aid of a motorized scooter. After a year of limping everywhere I go, I finally got the doctor to understand that I wanted to finish losing my weight and then go and finish my blackbelt, and that no, a cortizone shot in my knee was not going to assist in any way with these goals.

Okay, I'm off to go get groceries and some stuff to take to the game tonight.

Ciao!