Make it straight and simple -
I need to stop working on the weekends. Or more accurately,
I need to stop working myself to work on the weekends.
Not so much on the abnormalities compared to the majority - but the idea of the desire to work during my spare time both intrigues, and scares me.
What am I even thinking, or for that matter, trying to achieve?
Either way today was a prime example of the aftermath of this drug - the days are blurred.
A weekday feels like a weekend, and I have the sense of relaxation even on a weekday.
Who knows, maybe that's one of the perks of working by a project which spans 1-1/2 years - your goals stretches to the end of the project life rather than the end of the weekend.
Everything is mid 2016, mid 2016, mid 2016.
On an entirely random and irrelevant note (digress at its best) - I actually come to fear for my boss, as to what I would do by the time the project ends. It would be a career milestone for me too, to a moderately large extent, overseeing an entire project by myself.
At least that's what it feels like, to me. Heh.
(If I were to be modest, 3/4 of the project. Fine, realistically speaking there's a segment of it classified as a pipeline project - but hey! A singular core plant and it's utility systems is enough to tire someone down to their knees, BUT NOT MA KNEES!)
I should probably amend the title of this blog as "Muted Monologues.". Has some form of irony tucked in the title.
