Tales of the Fedora

It seems to me that the key to success is just taking one step at a time. Many motivational posters will often extol the virtues of striving for a goal, or fighting hard for whatever it is. But right now, the most I can do is to take another step. One foot in front of the other. Sure I can stop. I can give up. I’m tired enough to want to; but there’s always another step. Just a little bit closer.

Some things will never be attained — doesn’t mean you’re wrong to want them. Some things can be within reach, if you just get a little closer. And some things you already have, you just don’t know that it’s there yet.

So … work is okay. I’m management now. I’m responsible for about 50-ish people. I have paperwork, and phone calls, and discipline, and pass out orders.

I never expected to be in this position. I mean, I’ve wanted to direct films before, and it’s pretty much the same sort of thing. Telling everyone else to do what your vision of the end product should be. In this case it’s a call center full of people that have to help people with their tax software.

This is just the beginning of the tax season. It will get worse before it gets better.

I continue to wake in the middle of the night from melancholy dreams. I wish that just once I could shut off my brain and relax for just a moment. Just a brief respite.

But I guess that’s nor going to happen anytime soon.

Client calls in saying that the program won’t start. It can’t connect to her server. So I ask to check out the server, but she says it’s not there. It’s in the shop being repaired.

Oh.