I am happy I got the job - I have won the one small thing that I was disappointed about at every job since leaving the CPMS: I will get an office. Shallow, yes, and probably petty, but it's the thing that suddenly clicked when I saw my initials on the floor plan: I remember the disappointment when I got to Sigma and was in an open office, and at Hospira - where I thought I was finally important - and I got a corner of a cubicle. Then NATA we had pseudo-cubicle/offices, and then we had none. It matters to me because I need my own space - and a door. With confidence in my ability to lose weight, control my todo list (or at least, know what it really is) and a door, I remember a time when I could achieve huge things. I
I have not been taking care of my self - I have been going to bed too late. That has to stop, and it has to stop today. I know that I can't be who I could be when I'm tired, and now I have to show the gumption to act on that knowledge.
I'm buying a new computer today - I ordered it last night and I pick it up this afternoon. that is my line in the sand. When it is loaded and running - tonight or tomorrow - so am I.