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posted on Mar, 25 2018 @ 05:48 PM
Once again, I am away from the gentle comforts of home.
Trapped in a profession that demands so much of me, I find myself ensconced in another hovel, awaiting the demands of my betters. Like a pitiful
lackey, I am trapped by the demands of necessity.
But I will prevail.
The demands set by my betters instruct me to attend meetings at a variety of locations with a variety of department heads.
But I will prevail.
The work hours are exhausting. I am expected to work 5, 6, even 7 hours in any given day.
But I will prevail.
I'm stuck at some sort of establishment nestled at the foothills of Mt. Hood. Sure, they have a bar and restaurant or 2. And this dump has stepped
into the current century enough to obtain wifi, so it is placating, to a degree. My decks suffers a view of snow-capped hills. I must go out there
to smoke.
But I will prevail.
The heated pool carries the stench of chlorine.
But I will prevail.
This evening I must endure a meal at their restaurant. One with a hardly adequate wine cellar. They apologize and attempt to ease my pain by comping
me a meal because I have visited this place before. This is not the first time I have suffered here.
But I will prevail.
Hercules, historically, was known to have 7 tasks assigned to him. I have almost as many. It includes new policies. And meetings with legal pads.
Did I mention meetings?
But I will prevail.
I won't ask you all for prayers and well wishes as I attempt to accomplish these trials set before me. I have no one to blame but myself for
allowing me to be in a position like this.
But I will prevail.