…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.