This is a vent post and goes from work to diet so if whining of any kind bores you, click away to playboy.com or something.
Longtime readers know that I don’t talk about my day job here because it’s easy for some folks to misinterpret a valid opinion, so I say nothing for reasons of sanity. Lately, though, it’s been kicking my butt because of Nevada’s biennial legislature is in session. It’s no secret that the Governor’s budget proposal is unpopular and, in my opinion, will be used as a future model how *not* to build a state spending plan. The Legislative leaders of those opposing political party and their administrative offices, the Legislative Council Bureau, are building a counter budget that will serve as their negotiating tool in the months to come.
This affects me and many others here in Capital City because we all have to respond to their requests for budget and enrollment information that will be used to shape their counter proposals. Though it seems like this session is more insane that those is the past, the reality is these ASAP information requests are a normal part of Nevada state business every two years. Yes, they add a great deal of stress to our daily lives, as well break up routines and comfort zones, but we are all volunteers and we are compensated for these challenges. To be more specific, it’s a rare day you don’t hear the state worker’s mantra: “At least we have a job.”
With everything going on, my brain’s being squeezed like a sponge all day long. I appreciate the mental exercises and I’m glad to contribute a small something to a good cause along side honest people, but by the end of the day, it’s like I’ve been juggling bowling balls. My diet has lapsed, schoolwork is an afterthought, and going outside in the sun is a special treat. I don’t have time to surf the web at work between tasks and lunch hours have devolved into lunch breaks (15 minutes).
Thankfully, about the only thing that has not broken down is my exercise routine and that’s improved immensely. The cross trainer at the gym fears me because I will wear it out after an hour, and my bike, Dollar, is ready to be picked up from the shop. I walked over to the grocery store tonight for no other reason than to pick up a rose for The Extremely Patient Bride.
The reality is I’ve no reason to complain because things have been worse for me professionally in the past and I’m thankful every day that I can go to a place where good people put up with me and that we all can work together to do our best to serve our constituency.
Bottom Line: when you hold up my life to the light, things don’t suck.
Thanks for listening.