I'll get by with a little help from my friends

Sometimes you're not totally sure how you feel. Sometimes, you're been getting run down, and you don't even notice. Then you start convincing yourself that this is normal.

That was me about two weeks ago. I was convincing myself that I didn't mind working on the weekend, for the sake of the project. That dragging my ass around was a part of life. That I needed to just suck it up, pick up my end of the log and get going.

Well, that was until Steph came to TO last week, and then I got to see Pat and Melissa this weekend in Ottawa. Now, I hadn't seen Steph since about April, and I'm almost embarassed to say how long it has been since I've seen Pat or Melis (New Year's? really??), but seeing them really woke me up. I remembered why I'm not a workaholic, and why I love my friends so much.

Now, if you've seen me recently, don't take this the wrong way, it's just that sometimes you need to shock the system to jolt you back to reality.

And so, as I returned to work on Tuesday (had to spend all day at site, again, which is nicer than having to face the office your first say back), I was able to take a step back. The fact that only two of us have been able to carry on this seven-figure project and keep it on schedule and underbudget is wonderful, and all, and yes, I guess it does kinda pump up the ol' ego to be able to see all this work going on and kind of be able to take credit for it all, but in the end, what does it really matter?

I take my job seriously, and I try to do it well (generally succeeding in that endeavour), but it does not affect my overall happiness, nor should it.