Gadamighty, it has been a week. I am exhausted. Monday I got lost not once but twice trying to find my orientation session for my new job. This meant wandering around, on foot, for more than 5 miles in D.C. in 80-plus degree weather wearing my tie and carrying my blazer. I finally arrived -- soaked through with sweat, my hair a mess, and smelly. I arrived about an hour and a half late. It then took another 30 minutes before anyone came down to escort me to the session (I hadn't been "badged" yet.)
Fortunately, they canceled our formal portrait session that day because the photog was out. Unfortunately, at the next day's session, we got caught in a downpour on the way back from lunch, and I was soaked through to the bone, my hair was all messed up, and I was feeling far from the confident person I am. All of this, of course, is captured in the formal portrait. I'm sure the camera stole part of my soul, too.
One positive -- I'm taking the MARC train, which is a dream. I can sit back and nod off or read or just stare out the window and let someone else do the driving. And it's fast, easy, and comfortable.
Anyway, things went better after those first two days, although those first two days took a lot out of me. I felt like a papery ghost the rest of the week.
AND THEN, I was feeling really good about catching an early, fast train and making it home before 6 last night -- only to find I'd left my house keys at work. And my wife was not yet home. So, sat on the stoop for a half an hour.
Do you wonder why I call myself Worried Man? It's stuff like this. It happens to me.
Anyway, I think I'll play a little something about control. In fact, I think I'll play Janet Jackson's CONTROL.
So... how have y'all been anyway?