Balancing act

Peek-a-boo

Balancing is tough. It’s tough to find a balance between work and life. It’s tough to find a balance between time you spend with friends versus family versus your significant other. It’s tough to find a balance between downtime and time spent being social. I haven’t spent a lot of time by myself since I moved out of my parents place last summer1. And in fact, I’m pretty sure I had not spent a lot of time by myself since I came back from living in Dublin.

I haven’t had much time to sit down and figure out why that is2, which means I haven’t really had time to figure out exactly how I feel about it. I finally went camping this year and the photo above was taken on our last morning at Silent Lake;  I was disappointed with camping for so many reasons3, but the most important was that I did not get to spend time with nature4 as I so long to do right now.

I write. I like to write anyway, but a lot of my writing requires the quiet of birds chirping or only the wind whisper-howling through the rustle of leaves. But it’s difficult to get in that mindset when I barely have time to put away laundry. But I have no plans on stopping the way life has been pushing me to live; no, I’m determined to live life this way and still find my writing mind with less down time.

After all, what good would I be if I needed to hole myself out in the woods every time I wanted to write something heartfelt? I haven’t shared my poetry on the blog since I removed it from my portfolio5 but I’m thinking maybe enough time has passed that I can do that again6. I shall keep trying to find a way to have balance in my life, and if I should discover some secret to it – I promise to tell you.

How you find balance in your life?

Footnotes:
  1. and I really kind of miss it[]
  2. it’s a cycle[]
  3. we didn’t rough it as much as I was hoping to[]
  4. and myself; my thoughts[]
  5. which used to be listed on this main domain[]
  6. not right now of course, soon…[]

Driving in bad weather & other gripes…

I don’t understand something… why is it that when it’s either raining or snowing heavily, or worse yet freezing rain people decide to stop being sensible drivers. I mean sure there are plenty of idiots out there but for the most part, people do drive somewhat sensibly. Toronto was hit with quite a bit of freezing rain the other day and as we all struggled to see, I saw *so many* damn idiots drifting from one lane to the next in an attempt to change lanes.

Do they not understand that when it’s freezing rain out or foggy the most important thing that will help other drivers see them is, say it with me now, light?!?

Something else I wanted to talk about is passive-agressive-control-freak-micro-managers. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned one of the projects I’m working on for class where we will essentially be running a restaurant for one lunch period. The restaurant is basically a reserved section that exists in the cafeteria of my program’s home building. We have been given the chance to re-brand, re-design the menu (both graphics and food), as well as restructure the ‘organization’. The problem starts with the fact that not only are there 4 General Managers (because we each run the restaurant for one lunch period per week for four weeks), but there are 4 GM’s in each section! There are two sections… so basically there are eight General Managers trying to run one company?! Disaster!

What I really wanted to gripe about though is the fact that there is this one GM who I thought was a nice guy, and while he is very smart and somewhat efficient and (apparently) has a lot of management experience he has absolutely no idea how to truly manage people. I know that I have a problem with speaking too agressively sometimes when I don’t think before I speak and pretty much just react. But if I were faced with someone like me and had to work with someone like me, I wouldn’t do what he’s been doing. And I know I would do this because I have had to in the past… but I would have a talk with the person, sit them down and let them know that their tone doesn’t always sit well. But instead, if there is something (like the logo design for example) that I have done that he doesn’t like… he’ll ask someone else to do something from scratch and then go around and ask the class to vote on which one is better.

I’m sorry, are we still in grade 2? Oh wait, we didn’t even do that in grade 2! I mean that’s like the GM of a company getting all of the employees all together in a big meeting and asking them to vote on the logo of the company?! For fuck’s sake, that’s something that’s supposed to be decided even before you hire people that you have attend that stupid meeting. Oh it made me so mad. And I don’t care that mine wasn’t chosen, what I do care about is how it was done. The choice was valid, the other logo design was better suited to the concept of the new brand but I’m pretty sure that going through my list of fonts (because that’s really what determined whether it looked more ‘casual’ or ‘formal’) would’ve taken me all of 2 minutes.

The more I write about this, the more I want to talk to him about what I’m feeling… but I don’t know if it’s worth it. At the same time that I do still have some respect for the guy, I don’t know if I care enough to help ‘better’ him. Not to mention that if he doesn’t respect me (which would be an assumption, but can be assumed from the fact that he can’t tell me things to my face – though that can attributed other psychological aspects) then what I say won’t matter and I would’ve wasted my breath and energy. Plus, the fact that the major planning is done and over with and its time for our department heads to take what we’ve given them and run with it… with some guidance from us.

But I’m not the type of person that likes being fake to people… plus something he said in their section’s class today that really bothered me and I don’t know if I can let it go. But, I am going to take a few days and see just how long I stay angry about it. If it’s worth it then I’m sure I can wait until we go back to school after reading week.

Ack. I don’t want to bitch anymore.