Ain't It Funky?
I am in a funk.
I guess that's a good way of describing it.
I think the total effects of all of my ailments over the past two years have finally beaten me down.
It's also quite possible that I'm still just draggin from last week's nightmare of the digestive system. Actually, I know that's part of the case.
Next week I will find out if I need additional surgery on my knee. I don't know what to hope for in that discussion. If it turns out that I need surgery, then at least they've found what's causing the crunching and grinding and can fix it. The problem is, of course, surgery. The surgery itself isn't terrible... at least compared to the many weeks of rehab, pain, and lack of mobility. If they say I don't need surgery, at least I spare myself the above unhappiness. But it also means they don't have a solution for the grinding and popping. I'm not ready to have a "bad knee" yet. Bad knees, bad backs, bad heart... that's for old people.
I'm not ready to give up on physical activity.
So that's next week.
I think I'm bored at my job too. Actually I know I am.
We hired a new guy, who is awesome, and that got all the poo-poo work off my plate. But the more I look at how things work here, the more I don't think I belong here. If I were king of the forest here, I'd fire me, give the new guy a raise and hire a kid out of college to be his assistant. That'd be cheaper and more productive than the current situation. They wouldn't do that here... but they should. Then again I'm used to working in a much more harsh environment. I'm also used to a strong role as a project manager and they really don't need one here.
Funk.