The ScooterBlog

… our Louisville office just e-mailed me saying that one of their computers has an “annoying setting window that won’t go away” and are about begging me to drive down there to fix it, and I just spent an hour on the phone with Dell about our server and didn’t get anywhere cause I couldn’t understand the guy on the phone.

That’s the other bad thing about getting pulled. I get pulled about three different ways at my main job: computer guru, Louisville computer bitch, and inside sales. This job needs about 2 and a half people, and I’m only one.

This is gonna be a long day.

There is one bad thing about having lots of responsibility: you get pulled in every direction, and most assuredly, someone will end up pissed off. That was my Wednesday.

Not working, hanging out with Danielle, and getting crap from Adam for not being at the store for handheld night, and hateful crap at that, questioning my dedication. That galls me, bad. If I would not have seen Danielle, she would have been disappointed, and let’s not forget needing to leave my main job right at 5 which I know irks my co-worker, even though that is closing time.

I work 2 jobs and have a girlfriend that all want time, and I want to give them this time. the 2 jobs are full of people for whom the day’s work is not enough. At the main job, I just have no passion for that and no desire, and a co-worker whom by 5 I need to get distance from for my own sanity.

At the game store, I’ve realized a few things. First, that a lot of my work is in little things no one sees. Wednesday, I did do store work, a trade in run of overstock. No one noticed. And, when I am at the store, I work. I don’t play, I don’t really take many breaks, I just do work. This isn’t anyone’s fault, it’s just how I am wired I guess. So, if I need down time, while I love the game store, and I am passionate about its success, I am not going to get that downtime at the store, at least not during regular hours.

So I don’t know the answer except to think that I’m going to start to have to deal with a life where some aspect of my friends is always pissed off cause I can’t give everyone every bit of time I have and never recharge. Danielle is going through a similar thing, people adjusting to her not having the time she used to, and sometimes in hateful ways.

There is no magic wand to fix it, just a hope of understanding, and the hope in a work sense that all you do selflessly does count for something in the end.