Just call me Trigger

The dreaded trigger finger has returned. This time in 2 fingers of my left hand. It makes typing very hard. Last time it was the thumb on my right hand and I was able to type with no problem. Right now, I'm using the pinky on my left hand to one finger type these letters.

And as if that was not enough ... the carpal tunnel syndrome in my left hand is flaring. The doctor said the two are related. Both are the result of overuse of the hand ... as in too much typing at a computer. Duh! that's all I do all day!

So it's back to braces and steriods and ice and resting the hand.

Enough with the pity party! Back to work!

Changes are a coming

The company I work for just announced they are considering "strategic alternatives" including selling the company. WoW! I guess it's time to polish my resume. Time to think about the future. Of course, I know that I've just been flowing with the current ... content to not push too much ... life by accident as my old friend Bill Karlson would say. I guess it's time again to look at who I am and where I want to be in 10 years.

Trouble is ... I really like what I do, know the software really well, and enjoy the people I work with. Bummer.

Aaarrgghh!!!

I, yi, yi ... I'm starting a new project and already I feel like I'm being set up for failure. Maybe it's because I don't work as fast as others. Or maybe it's because I bill for the amount of time that I actually work and possibly others don't. Either way, once again I'm on a project that seems as though it doesn't have enough hours in it.

I value my non-working time and try really hard to keep the balance between work and home. But now, I'm feeling pushed to the edge ... forced to either not record the actual number of hours I spend on the project and so take the hours out of my home time or else I'll be over budget.

Arrgh!! I guess I'll just have to suck it up. Most of the time I like my job, but this is one of those instances where I'm feeling like I don't know what I'm doing and that I'm a failure at the job and at life in general.

So ends the pity party.