I've become so numb...

Note: the editor has about had it and needs to vent, so the following may will contain swearing.

Ok. Remember my last post? If you don't, just scroll down because I'm too lazy to link to it. Take all that. Got it? Ok, now add in a a fucking wedding (I warned you) and the fact that a Senior Project Manager at work just quit and guess who gets his workload? And I'm not just talking a few more clients, I'm talking some major clients and supervision of his fucking staff. And this isn't about the money. Although a little more never hurt anyone. But my already massive lack of personal life was just extinguished in one fell swoop. The bad part of consulting is that you can't just replace people when they've built relationships with clients for the past 10 years. You stick the person with the next best relationship in there to soften the news and hope they take it ok. And whattayaknow, that just happens to be ME.

Whew, I needed that...
So how exactly did I get to this point? That's a question that I ponder to myself everyday I'm driving back and forth to work. Long drives in the car lead to a lot of thinking time. There comes a point where you have to ask yourself if it's really worth it? What would I be doing if I wasn't doing this? Would I be more content? Would I be married with children? Would I have a dog?

I actually had to stop and figure out my age the other day because I forgot how old I was. I shit you not. I was within a year, but I wasn't sure.

To quote Ferris Buller: "Life moves pretty fast sometimes, you've got to take time to stop and smell the roses."

That's all well and good, but in my world, if I stop to smell the roses, I'd better have a GPS unit on my back and be plotting a point...