Oxnard--So, I’m less than normal, that goes without saying, but sometimes even I think, good grief, I need to slow down a little bit.
SO, I spend my days balancing many things and trying to keep everything moving forward. I teach, assign stories, find out people who make promises, don’t keep them, and do it all myself.
The weird part is the busier I get, the happier I become. I guess that’s the definition of a workaholic; although I don’t see myself in that light, many people do.
For example, I woke up early, really early this morning, to deal with some billing issues, and from there, I started the build for the newspaper you’re reading right now. I keep writing and writing, and nobody ever has to worry about a crappy paper. I’ll work, drink coffee, and work some more until I pass out.
I did stop a week ago, shut everything down, and watched the Jets beat the Broncos, which made me happy. I told everybody this, but I couldn’t do it two weeks in a row and watch the Jets beat the Eagles because I was up to my eyeballs with work.
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