Here I am again, back in the saddle. Yup, and facing yet another deadline. I've come to the conclusion that even if I hadn't landed in this architectural/engineering marketing line of work that I've been doing for the past 25+ years, I'd still be dealing with deadlines because otherwise I probably would have gone into journalism. And that's Deadline City. But boy. It's a wonder that I don't have high blood pressure (I don't at all -- in fact, I've been told that my blood pressure is quite low). Do I thrive on the stress? I don't really think so. It's certainly not a pleasant place to be, sweating/worrying/stewing/thrashing to meet these deadlines. I'd sure rather be at Harstine sitting in my LaFuma and watching birds at the feeder.
But at least at this new company, I feel supported. I'm not being constantly hung out to dry, like I used to be. Oh, there are the similar issues, such as technical people being too busy to respond timely, which adds to my stress as I watch the clock spinning toward the bewitching hour. But the attitude here is, "If the technical people don't do their part, the submittal won't go out and it's on their shoulders." At my previous company, the attitude was "If the technical people don't do their part, you need to find a way to make them do their part but not piss them off in the process, because the submittal must go out and it's entirely on your shoulders. But if you piss them off in the process you'll be hearing about it."
So, tomorrow's the deadline. Tomorrow morning will be very, very busy. Sigh. It'll be good to get my first paycheck, which will be Thursday! (Yay, no more being paid once a month! I hated that!) And, the check should be relatively fat in comparison to what I was paid at that awful previous company.
I keep feeling the urge to email my mom. That, and I keep thinking she's reading my blog (which she did daily, as long as she could. I don't think she could sit at the computer since her fall, so the past month or so she hadn't been reading it much). But I always felt that she was in the "know", even if we didn't talk very often on the phone. (I'm just not a phone person). It clutches my heart to know that she's no longer in the "know". I'm not a religous person at all, but I do cling to some hope that maybe in some possible way, she does know.
