Leroy came by today. He fixed the flat on his bike so he’s back rolling rather than walking, although he still hasn’t started to put on weight. I gave him a handful of change because he said he was hungry. He’s always hungry. I guess that’s the nature of living like he does.
We also finally interviewed the woman from Houston today, and when Kristie wrote, “Do we love her?,” I responded, ” I believe we do.” That might mean some relief at the job if it all works out. I just don’t know how long it takes to get someone to Atlanta from Houston. How long does it take to pick up your life? She’s younger, less encumbered.
And the wart that’s been gone from my left upper arm for several years now is coming back. WIth the workplace stress, and some of the issues going on in friends’ lives, it very well may be a worry wart. I am chock full of the old “imposter syndrome” lately. Feeling that I haven’t paid my dues, nor do I have the skills and training, to be where I am. It just feels like I work hard and a lot, but I don’t feel like I accomplish much. I am not sure how to measure success as a manager. I talk a lot to people. Make long-term plans. I seem to stay bogged down in the day-to-day grind. The list gets longer. Never shorter. Maybe if we can get the Houston girl, since I hunted her down, that will be some small victory and will put things into place for better progress.
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Summer in the City: 24 June 2008