Monday to Friday, every morning is the same routine basically; I warily reach for my cell to turn off the alarm and immediately fall lifelessly back into my pillows for a few more minutes of still silence.
It never fails, my body is too tired to get up yet my brain tells me I must.
I have to job to do.
An office to get to.
A desk fish to feed and plants to water.
I have calls to make, emails to write, questions to answer and decisions to make. I have payroll to approve and discounts to calculate.
I am a manager. I am exhausted. I see more blues than I share.
All the problems are my problem, all the successes my celebrations. I coach, I cry, I beam with pride. I hire them in and I see them out. I teach them and I am taught. I read the written and listen to the spoken. I take notes and assign direction.
Some days I am the star of the show and others I am merely a prop. I am both loved and hated, often in the same day. I am both the hero and the villain.
I see more red than I act.
Their struggles are my struggles. Their tasks my tasks and their challenges ultimately my own. I rise to great each with courage and inspiration, professionalism and seasoned knowledge.
All of these before I see the green at the end of the week.
My Idiotic Bliss 