Depression is like a constipated rhino sitting on your chest.*
Every winter, beginning around Thanksgiving and ending around Ground Hog day, I drop into a very mild depression. I don’t like cold weather, I don’t like the sun going down so early and I’m no fan of all the hustle and bustle of the holidays. This past year I didn’t really snap out of this depression until the end of June. I attribute this to the fact that I spent nineteen out of the first twenty-eight weeks of this year on the road.
While I love what I do for a living and I enjoy the travel I don’t enjoy the type of travel for the length of time this past project put me through. My family life suffered, my social life suffered and my work suffered from it. What contributed even more to this depression was my realization that I was not being fully compensated for the incredible number of hours I was putting in and billing for.
This culminated in my meeting Tuesday that lead to my resignation. Today was my last day with the company. I had my first interview yesterday with a smaller company closer to home. It was promising.
*Quote in title courtesy of Rob Anderson
Life | Larry D. Burton | 28 July 2006 |
