I'm fretting today.
I don't blog much about work because, well, we all know the perils of that. Plus, for the most part, my work is pretty non-blog-worthy. But things have been pretty stressful around one particular project for the past couple of weeks. There are things I didn't handle well, things the other people involved didn't handle well, and in my attempts to get things right, it all imploded. Gar. Before I head out for my weekend at the beach, I have two meetings about the project that promise to be uncomfortable, but will hopefully be productive.
Wow, is blogging about work boring or what? But it's taking up a lot of my brain to understand what role I played in things taking a major wrong turn and what I can do to get it all back on course. Working with a whole lot of really smart, talented people is, for the most part, a major plus of my job. But it can make things challenging to be toiling in an environment where everything has to be intellectualized and nothing is too small for debate. Not to mention that all parties involved are skilled debaters. It can be exhausting.
When writing is involved, the egos and stakes tend to be even higher than normal. Talking about writing can so quickly feel personal, and authors (myself included) tend to harbor emotional ties to their text even when they know they need to be—or at least try to be—impartial. I enjoy working collaboratively on writing projects when everyone can be respectful, but so far on this project, that hasn't always been the case.
Two hours 'til the beach. And hopefully two hours of worthwhile work on this project. And really hopefully no more boring work-related bloggin, ugh.