Skating Away...

The job is making me feel old and angry. I'm not getting enough sleep, but that's nothing new. I think it's related to commuting. I've slept badly since 2004, when I started working at COPA. I'm feeling terribly run down and irritable. I'm being asked to do things that are not within my competencies or my interests.

(As I observed to sassy_fae, it's like a band of munchkins have run up to me with a Latin encyclopedia and asked me to teach them Latin. And I say, "I don't know any Latin." And then they pull out guns and say, "Yes you do!")

I am not getting rich or happy, nor making anyone else happy, particularly.

One day you'll wake up in the present day
A million generations removed from expectations
Of being who you really want to be...

Progrock lyrics are suddenly meaning a lot to me (and thebitterguy, it seems!) Heh. And I probably picked the absolute wrong time to re-read Keep the Aspidistra Flying.

So as you push off from the shore
Won't you turn your head once more
And make your peace with everyone
For those who choose to stay
Will live just one more day
To do the things they should have done

I've worked late two nights this week, and will work late again. I know - I don't owe them anything. But I feel an obligation, nonetheless. If they fail, it won't be because of me.