Killing me softly

It’s been a long time… But I am back. Maybe not for long, or maybe for long, but I won’t commit. I am a commitment phobic like that. You know, like to play hard to get and all that stuff. Ha, I wish.

Anyhoo, I HAVE A JOB!!! And this job has turned into the most jealous obsessive possessive lover I have ever had (hence the lack of posting, actually). And the sex sucks. Oh, well.

Let me start from the beginning. I actually have been working for about a month now, and I got the job offer exactly 2 weeks before that. And it was a surprise. I still had one upcoming interview left with this place, so when I received the phone call while driving towards my cycling training place, I imagined the worst. I thought the dude (dude=owner, president and CEO of the company) was calling me to cancel the upcoming interview, since, you know, they weren’t just that into me.
I told him I’d call him back when I was safely parked, and when I did he told me: They were making me an offer. And not only an offer for a job, but also a promotion: they wanted to hire me in a position higher than the one I applied to. I was ecstatic. I think I started crying (not while talking to him tho, I SWEAR I DID NOT CRY THEN, sniff).

Fast forward, I started working right after Labor Day. And I absolutely love the job. Maybe it has to do with being a boss, bossing people around and calling the shots. I kinda like that. But I also love what I am doing and that I am actually busy working in several different projects.

And this is the problem. I am busy. WAAAYYY too busy. I love the job, I really do, but it’s killing me, softly (*). Since I started I have not had one single weekEND free of work. When I got the job, to celebrate and right on time for the cyclocross season, I got this beautiful new bike (the red one, of course, with SRAM rival components). So far, that poor bike still needs its racing maiden voyage; it’s a sad looking race virgin.

I talked to my boss (the dude) last Thursday, since I am actually starting to feel sick due to the stress and at nights I can’t sleep thinking about all I have to get done. Let's put it this way: October has 21 working days; so, at 8 hours a day, the maximum of billable hours they (supposedly) can allocate me is 168; my current allocation of billable hours is of over 240 hours. He agreed with me and claims he’ll fix it. I so hope so, I need to sleep and my new bike needs to lose its virginity.

UPDATE: I arrived to work this morning to find out that instead of removing some hours, my boss (the dude) just added extra 80 hours to my billing schedule this month, for a grand total of 320 billing hours. Awesome. Killing me softly is about to turn into killing me really violently.

(*) My apologies for using this song, I must confess I hate it, but it seemed appropriate (although, I do have a soft spot for the version featured here).