And the Beat Goes On
Ok, so here's what's been keeping me so busy the past few weeks. Work! A new project integrating 3 outside entities, a city wide conference, and being down 4 FTE's at the busiest time of the year does not make for a happy workplace.
There was a lot of overtime, the vast majority of which was picked up by my amazing team-mates. This is fine for a short while, but eventually working so many hours start to strain everyone's nerves and make people sick (sick in body, and sick of each other). It got pretty hairy there at the end of the stretch, but overall I'm really, really impressed that things didn't go a lot more sour than they did. It's nice to see people band together as a team when the chips are down (as opposed to flying apart and going for each other's throats).
Of course, to help keep things together and on the right track, I had to pull out all the stops and use every team-building trick I've ever learned. I also had to be very around and very visible in order to use them. This didn't leave a lot of time for reports and special projects and such, so I ended up working every weekend from Christmas until last weekend. Blah. This was on top of some longer than 8 hour days. Double blah. But the work got done, and now all I have to worry about is getting things ready for the expansion. Triple blah.
And now for the best part. While I was at work for all of these extra hours, days, weeks, month and half, my wife got the distinct honor of spending a lot of quality time with the boys. A LOT of time. Huge piles of time. Waaaay too much time, alone, with little to no help from her husband. So tonight, on the eve of her birthday, I would like to tell her thanks.
The amount of guff and work and just sheer emotional draining she had to endure through this is beyond me. I at least got some help with my trials and tribulations, and kudos and support from my teammates. She had to care for an autistic 5 year old, and cling-on 1 year old, all day, every day, for weeks on end, getting them to all of their appointments and social obligations, including a weekend visit from her parents, AND somehow keep the house livable, completely BY HERSELF! I'm amazed she didn't turn homicidal by the end of that. I certainly would have.
So, that's pretty much all I wanted to say with this entry. Thank you and Happy Birthday to my wife, soul-mate, and mother of my kiddos. May the rest of your life be absolutely NOTHING like the past 6 weeks have been.
There was a lot of overtime, the vast majority of which was picked up by my amazing team-mates. This is fine for a short while, but eventually working so many hours start to strain everyone's nerves and make people sick (sick in body, and sick of each other). It got pretty hairy there at the end of the stretch, but overall I'm really, really impressed that things didn't go a lot more sour than they did. It's nice to see people band together as a team when the chips are down (as opposed to flying apart and going for each other's throats).
Of course, to help keep things together and on the right track, I had to pull out all the stops and use every team-building trick I've ever learned. I also had to be very around and very visible in order to use them. This didn't leave a lot of time for reports and special projects and such, so I ended up working every weekend from Christmas until last weekend. Blah. This was on top of some longer than 8 hour days. Double blah. But the work got done, and now all I have to worry about is getting things ready for the expansion. Triple blah.
And now for the best part. While I was at work for all of these extra hours, days, weeks, month and half, my wife got the distinct honor of spending a lot of quality time with the boys. A LOT of time. Huge piles of time. Waaaay too much time, alone, with little to no help from her husband. So tonight, on the eve of her birthday, I would like to tell her thanks.
Thank you Brandi!
The amount of guff and work and just sheer emotional draining she had to endure through this is beyond me. I at least got some help with my trials and tribulations, and kudos and support from my teammates. She had to care for an autistic 5 year old, and cling-on 1 year old, all day, every day, for weeks on end, getting them to all of their appointments and social obligations, including a weekend visit from her parents, AND somehow keep the house livable, completely BY HERSELF! I'm amazed she didn't turn homicidal by the end of that. I certainly would have.
So, that's pretty much all I wanted to say with this entry. Thank you and Happy Birthday to my wife, soul-mate, and mother of my kiddos. May the rest of your life be absolutely NOTHING like the past 6 weeks have been.
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