Out of Control

Since I’m still sick (and in case you didn’t know, April and I caught terrible colds right after Christmas and have been sick ever since), I decided to take yesterday evening off from sermon prep and plant myself on the couch to watch TV and rest. I had been coughing all day and was exhausted from it, so I made a hot toddy and some soup and continued in season 2 of West Wing.

I’ve been enjoying West Wing a lot, partially because of how optimistic it is. Compared with House of Cards, it’s very positive and everyone in the show just wants to do a good job and serve the country well. That’s refreshing, and it gives me a bit of hope.

But the show is definitely getting darker. In season 1, something would happen and the staff would take care of it. By the end of the episode, things were mostly wrapped up in their favour. Each show had a pleasant catharsis and everyone was generally happy. Here at the end of season 2, that is no longer the case. Things happen that are not the fault of the White House, and often fall outside the staff’s control, but they have to react to it and spin it and fix it. They’re being blamed for things they had nothing to do with, but have to fix, even though they aren’t really equipped to fix them.

And as the evening progressed, I became more and more stressed, and more and more anxious. I finally had to turn it off. West Wing was reminding me too much of my own job.

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Bordering on the Sicklands

I’ve been almost sick for a little over a week now.

It started on our anniversary weekend, when we stayed in the Walnut Street Inn for a night. We had stayed there on our wedding night, but this time we were in a different building. The air seemed dryer, and my allergies kicked into high gear. Or something. I don’t know, but I didn’t sleep well and was all phlegmy the next day. And the five days following that.

I couldn’t call in sick to work because I just had too much stuff to do. I’ve always got something important going on, something that can’t be delayed, so I made sure each evening to rest well and drink lots of fluids. I’ve been doing a lot of reading. I’ve spent lots of quality time with our Sumo Sac. Every evening I have done my best to make sure I didn’t get sick.

Finally, I began to feel better yesterday. The congestion was gone, and my nose was only a little runny. I still feel more tired than I would if I were well, but I’m getting closer. Despite that, work was a complete… well, it wasn’t the worst Monday I’ve ever had. Not even close. Relatively speaking, it was a very good Monday. But it included a surprise call to go work on the Help Desk (for the rest of the week), a major system going down, and my not having any idea what was going on because I haven’t worked in the Help Desk (our call center) in six months.

Then I came home and cooked dinner because I’m awesome. And April and I watched Friends. Now I’m going to go to bed and read.

I figured out chapter 4 of Herbert, and I’ve got theological essays piling up left and right. A couple of things clicked for me today and I know what I’m going to write now in response to a few Biblical questions that have been posed to me. But instead of doing all that, I’m going to go to bed and read about Raistlin Majere; stories that are like old friends to me and, because they are so familiar, are ones I don’t have to think too hard about.

I feel bad about not getting anything posted. Sorry! I have lots I want to share, but I’ve got to keep healthy. The Help Desk is down to two User Support Specialists, and they both have tests in a couple of weeks for their Apple certifications so they need some time to study. Drew was the only other Labs person there today, at least for the second half of the day. I’ve got projects to kick off, oversee, and guide. Health comes first.

Also, I have class tomorrow night, and the night after. And my voice was going by the end of today, so even podcasting or doing video reviews are too demanding. Bah. I’m going to bed.