NP: John Cage, 4'33"

Okay, so the mental health break is over. In the last ten days, I managed to not drink coffee once -- although there were occasional alternate caffeinated beverages. I watched probably a dozen movies. I got a nice spot at the bar to watch England set back their national pastime about ten years. I bought a new toy. I still didn't knock down enough of the to-do list backlog, but it was never about that.

I figured out why I hate my job, and I have two notions about how to deal with it. One other upshot of the time off that I hadn't mentioned is that it reaffirmed all the other things I do with my time. So while notion number one is simply to find a new job, there's also a chance that I can cope better if I bring myself back into balance. Which is to say, stop caring about my job so damn much and focus on my life instead.

Of course, having cleaned out my desk ten days ago just in case, I may have set some things in motion that I can't control, and could very well be walking into a firing squad tomorrow morning, figuratively and literally. I have a hunch that certain elements might see my actions as some sort of threat, and not respond very kindly to it. But it couldn't have been a threat. I have no demands. I don't expect change on my behalf, especially given the track record in that regard. Maybe I'll be pleasantly surprised, or maybe I'll be unemployed. It could go either way at this point.