finally, a new chapter

whoa. fast pace. i can't even keep up.

given that i now know of all the nutritional deficiencies that my body has, thanks to the lack of appetite that has recently arisen due to the addition of just a tad more stress, drama, and anxiety in my life, it is crazy that i would even think to make the stress, drama, and anxiety a more lasting part of my life. but i must be crazy indeed, because i did decide to make them a part of my life for at least the next couple of years.

about a month and a half ago, i was asked to do a favor at work: become someone's assistant for a short of period of time to help the person, who has a lot of high level meetings and a frenetic daily work schedule, do what he needed to do to be on top of his work. i was actually the third person asked; the first two who had been asked before me were not keen on taking this task on essentially because they didn't like the guy.

but i like the guy. so when i was asked, i said sure.

being someone's assistant is tough. it sounds like a pretty lowly title, having to "assist" someone. but based on my experiences this past month and a half, while the tasks i have to do aren't too complicated, everything happens really fast. i have to keep an eye on the man's schedule and make sure that his meetings go in a logical, logistical flow, i.e., i can't schedule him to be in one part of town, then schedule him to be in another part of town 25 miles away right after. then, while the man is out of the office, there are all the little fires to put out there at the home office. when will he be back? when is he free to meet? did he get a chance to read this memo? what is the status of that report? it's . . . a lot of crap to keep track of, to tell the truth.

but it's also . . . kind of fun.

stressful.

but fun.

it has an effect. my heart rate tends to go at a frenetic pace, even on the weekends, when i'm supposed to be relaxing and recuperating and getting ready for the work-week ahead. it is stressful. i have to always be one step ahead of the guy, anticipate what might happen, what he might need in order to be able to get through his day. and at the end of each work-day, i often end up staying late so that i can get everything prepped for the next morning.

but i like it. i am getting a real perverse pleasure out of this. my body isn't handling it too well, but my mind wants me to keep going with this.

that is why, when i got a job offer to come on board permanently today, i took it.

i suppose that's the danger my old bosses should've been aware of when they offered me up to help the man out. i've worked with him before, you see, and we have always had a pretty good relationship. the danger always was that i, working as his assistant, would at least meet his bare minimal standards of what he wants his assistant to do and be. and that i would want to take that on, since everything about the position appeals to every part of my personality, tendencies, character.

i'm also thinking it is a good thing to just move on in general. i've been at my old job for almost three years now. i was getting too settled in there. getting a bit too bored. and of course, with my ol' ex-roommate not only working there as well, it has been really good to get away and establish this distance.

so i feel i am doing the right thing overall, in making this change.

of course, my ol' bosses are not pleased. i think they will see what they can do to try to retain me.

it feels good to have this little tug of war. this just tells me that i put out good enough work to be wanted anywhere.

i mean, i feel bad, too, because i'm moving on and leaving so many co-workers and managers, whom i now consider to be good friends, behind.

but i am ready for this change.

on to the next.

let's do this.

:)