I used to work at a cool company. We had good people, we were stressed, we put in long hours (I slept there once), we did something unique and different that didn’t have a chance of ever succeeding… and we had fun through it all.
I still work at the same company (essentially). We still have good people (more than ever, and more I’d consider friends), we’re still stressed (for different reasons), we still put in long hours (but less often), and we still do something unique and different (which may succeed despite the best efforts of the rest of the world). But the job isn’t fun any more.
I don’t know when it happened. I have theories. All I know for certain is that I’m tired.
I’m optimistic; I trust the people I work with and the person I work for. I know we’re all on the same raft in the middle of the Atlantic. But the sky is dark, the wind’s picking up, and the waves are getting choppy, and I haven’t been swimming in a long time.
How long can you tread water?
–Bill Cosby, Noah
Nope. I’m at a loss on this one. I can’t think of anything to say other than, “It’s gotta get better soon, right?”
Hang in there, man. When we’re on the crest of each swell, I think I can see land way over there…
See it?
No. Not over there; over *there*.