It's May 25th; Memorial day, and my long weekend it just starting. Well, starting in earnest you could say. I handed off my albatross this morning. At 8:00, I passed the on call phone to the next coworker in the rotation. With that, my week of waiting for Godot is over. Thankfully, this was my first quiet rotation, only having one true emergency come up that required intervention on my part. Past experiences though had me caught in the middle of a situation that I was powerless to either solve, or avoid being the middle man. I often go into the Monday of taking over the responsibility of being Grand Central Station for 7 days with an overwhelming sense of dread, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I don't sleep well, my temper gets shorter, and I end up carrying all that stress in unhealthy ways. One of which is carrying it in my back and shoulders. I had started to think it would be a good idea for me to take half-days at work on the Monday following. This time, as luck would have it, the office is closed and I got my extra time to recover as a freebie. I also had the opportunity to cross paths with an opportunity I think I would be crazy to turn down.
