I Just Died And Went to Corporate Heaven

Have you ever had those epiphanic moments when you realize that you've found what you're looking for in a career/job?

I've had mine a few years ago (six years ago, to be exact). I realized that training was my thing. Human resources training, that is...and not weight training or something like that (I wish).

Six years later, after taking a chance on several other odd jobs and obtuse stints both here and outside the country, I found myself back in the arms (?!) of the company that actually gave me this epiphany.

Two months after a "re-hire", I now find myself staring at my supposedly top-of-the-line computer's screens, I find myself typing and working away 'til midnight (gasp), just to finish certain rush programs that I have to run by my lonesome.

Today's like the nth time I have been away from my dirty-powder-blue cubicle as I conduct 2 two-day workshops a week, and still only halfway finished. Holy Mother of Christ. Am I still breathing???

I now have 52 unread messages in my Inbox. Thanks to Gmail, I can "star" these unanswered emails and procrastinate answering them 'til...Godknowswhen. So, if you're reading this blog, and you're one of those people awaiting a response for your email that you've sent in the REALLY distant past, whoops, sorry. I'll get back to you.

I likewise now have the metabolism (or whatever freak of nature force) of an abberation: I eat A LOT (say, two cups of YangChow fried rice, lotsa dish, and a few helpings of pastries and/or caffeine)...but still manage to lose serious pounds in days. With a size 33 waist down to a 29.5 in less than two months, and not even working out or dieting, I swear, I'd get filthy rich if only I could sell this metabolism (or whatever freak of nature force) to any Atkins-/Southbeach-swearing dude. Argh. I hate being thin.

Am I complaining? Why, not yet. After all, this is what I do best. That's what the evaluation sheets from this whole week's workshops say: that I was an excellent facilitator. Yahoo. All in a day's work.

Well. That's about all the time I've got for an "extra curricular" activity. Work beckons.