My supervisor called. He wanted to know how I was doing, how I was holding up. Not in the business sense. In the personal sense.<\/p>\n
I had a headache. Not a dull buzz, not quite an all-encompassing migraine. Just a sharp pain.<\/p>\n
I was tired. Sleep has been odd<\/a>, and fleeting. I need an occasional nap, about once a week, to really feel up to par. I haven’t had that, not in the last month.<\/p>\n It was coffee keeping me going. The coffee pot I bought for the store before the Halo 2<\/i> launch was the best investment I made.<\/p>\n Twice in two days, the personal call. I didn’t mind. He called me “blessed.”<\/p>\n My supervisor asked my keyholder how I’m doing. She worries about me. I worry about her, too. She means the world to me.<\/p>\n On Sunday’s conference call he defined a burned-out manager as one who doesn’t plan, who doesn’t hold his employees accountable for their behaviors. He wanted to make sure I<\/i> wasn’t on the road to Christmas burn-out. He knows–I will<\/i> go postal. I have before.<\/p>\n Today was a good day. A new employee started. I tendered a job offer to another; he starts tomorrow. I interviewed three candidates–two first interviews for my store, a second interview for another store. Events are moving forward.<\/p>\n Christmas is not quite four weeks away. That’s a lot of time for things to happen, bad<\/i> things. But looking at that span of time, in terms of the business I see no bumps in the highway.<\/p>\n In terms of my personal life, there are bumps ahead. I need to replace my car. I want to finish a short story by Christmas. I need to sort out a morass of conflicting emotions that has kept me half-preoccupied. I should have my eyes checked–my vision was terribly<\/i> blurry Saturday.<\/p>\n Personal things can’t be planned. Business can.<\/p>\n I’m pacing myself. I’m staying mellow. I’m playing some video games–Lord of the Rings: The Third Age<\/i><\/a> has taken the lion’s share of my attention. Discovering the local jazz radio station<\/a> has been a blessing.<\/p>\n The headache eventually passed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My supervisor called. He wanted to know how I was doing, how I was holding up. Not in the business sense. In the personal sense. I had a headache. Not a dull buzz, not quite an all-encompassing migraine. Just a sharp pain. I was tired. Sleep has been odd, and fleeting. I need an occasionalContinue reading “Another Day Gone”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[229],"tags":[228,510,4093,4124],"class_list":["post-191","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-work","tag-eb-games","tag-headache","tag-life","tag-work","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/191","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=191"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/191\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=191"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=191"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=191"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}