The Start of Something Big

About two years ago I felt my first inkling that it was time to quit. I was beginning to dread the El ride to work. I was wasting away one day at a time, being stretched thinner and thinner, being asked to take on bigger tasks along with continuing the small ones. It wasn’t a matter of working harder for less money. It was taking on too much and having more to do than there are man-hours in a life.

The stress builds up day after day. One fire after another comes across my desk in a phone call, an e-mail or a personal visit – sometimes all three at once. Crisis mode sucks. It sucks even more when it’s the base from which you operate 8 hours a day, 40 hours a week, 50 weeks a year.

I have moments of inspiration; of really Wanting to be here. The atmosphere can be really great, the flexibility is something that cannot be matched Anywhere; the security blanket is warm, cuddly, soft – and suffocating.

I’m a foot soldier on the technology front. I’m lining the pockets of shareholders and not really contributing much to anyone these days – hardly even myself.

The leap is coming. I see the edge of the cliff on the horizon and it comes more in to focus with each day. This adventure is going to be too good not to document.

Good God, what am I doing?