Work has been grueling recently and as a result my work-life balance has been extremely one-sided. I elected to help my coworkers with a project that had some hiccups during its planning phase that resulted in there being not enough time to finish it as planned. I technically brought the extra work on myself but I’m hoping it will be recognized properly. I hate to complain but I feel I deserve at least three sentences worth from the fifteen hour days I’ve been working.
On a related note, I’m attempting, somewhat unsuccessfully, to limit the amount of white whining I do. Also commonly referred to as a first world problem or a problem that only someone in a first world country would encounter. Common examples are "I ate too much food and now I’m tired" or "My cushy desk job blocked YouTube and now I can’t watch funny cat videos at work." Every time I catch myself complaining about something that someone else would kill to be able to complain about I bite my tongue. In retrospect this does not directly better the lives of those less fortunate but a positive outlook can be wildly contagious.
On a completely unrelated note, Becky and I are hoping to adopt one of six French Bulldog puppies that were born just yesterday from a breeder in Idaho. I asked my cats if they were opposed to adding a dog to the family but all they did was meow for food. I’ll take that as a no.
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