Its contract negotiation time for me. My gig here at The Chronicles ain’t bad, really, I have a great deal of flexibility with my hours and pay, ample vacation and sick leave, and the editorial staff gives me all the leeway I want. The issue, then? The scope of my duties. I want them streamlined, so I can focus on just one or two issues to cover. Management insists that I continue to stay informed and indeed opine on all matters, regardless of how trivial or boring. My guess is that we will meet somewhere in the middle…
Fortunately, my work “slow down” that prompted these talks has let me coast through a pretty bad case of writer’s block. Oh, I have plenty to say, right up to the point I place my hands on the keyboard….then, nuthin.
I’m bothered by seeing so many of my friends struggling. I have good friends in real trouble. I feel powerless to help, and that makes me depressed and angry. I guess I like to fix stuff, and none of this seems fixable. When this happens, I get reclusive, or I clam up for fear I may say the wrong things.
Empathy is overrated.