Monday, February 14, 2011


…I just hate work.

I know I've talked a lot about how much I love my job. The travel, the people, the travel, and the travel, it makes it all worthwhile. Some days tho, I just hate my job.

Take today for instance. I am flying out to Indianapolis to work a convention. Of course, a convention a coworker is working on in Las Vegas right now for the same client chose today to explode. This puts me in the hot seat, and I really don't enjoy being there. The event I'm heading to now has to go flawlessly or chances are we will lose the client.

I am accustomed to pressure in my job, but I really don't enjoy this kind of pressure. Pressure created by my own mistakes, sure I can take that. Pressure created by someone else's, not so much. So now I have about 17 IT guys looking over my shoulder, not to mention the CEO of the company looking over us all to make sure everything goes ok.

It will, I haven't been doing this for 11 years now without learning a few things. I mean it's not brain surgery. No one ever died from having to wait for a convention badge to print.

Sometimes I think we just take ourselves WAYYYYY too seriously.


  1. Did your co-worker get busted? That's what inquiring minds want to know!

  2. It always stinks when you get put in the spotlight because of someone else was stupid. I'm sure you came through with flying colors!