Work

Gotta go to work early tomorrow. It's going to be a busy day, and I'll start at 6 am.

I'm kind of, sort of, a little bit blue collar. Not that I really think of myself that way, but I guess if you drive a forklift and wear a hard hat, I don't think I can really claim to be anything else.

Given the current economic situation, I guess I can't really complain. I have a job. Knock on wood. My boss, who is almost (but not quite) as neurotic as me, treats me well and wants to see me succeed.

But, damn, it is just so hard to manage everything. I am nowhere near as organized or efficient as I should be.

The ownership group that controls my company has recently changed and, although no one has taken particular notice of me yet, I fear that someone will soon call me out for incompetence on some matter or another.

Part of this is just me worrying and being negative. Still, the threat is real.

Right now, I am just trying to take things one day at a time.