One of my (always forthright and that’s why I love her even though she’s a republican) co-workers told me yesterday that I don’t smile anymore. I think she’s right. (Also too: I checked in with another co-worker (also republican, not-as-often forthright but she does tell me the troof if I ask) and she confirmed it.) I haz a sad.
Trying to do two jobs well when either one on their own would be enough is no fun. And so, fewer laughs, fewer smiles, more passive-aggressive tones on the phone to clients and a general outbreak of the unhappy’s.
That’s got to change.
I know that leaving is on the horizon for 2012 so I should take some solace in that. My home office is finished and now for the furnishing! I’m definitely excited about that! In fact, most of my joy these days comes from that work. Interesting but not surprising, eh?
I shall ponder (and put into action) ways I can change this. It was definitely a wake-up call (that I already knew and ignored).