Frustration

Sometimes I do not like my job very much. Today was one such day.

I like the fact that I have a professional racing license, but the reality is that I still have to work. I work part time which is awesome, but I have kids and a mortgage and a bunch of other costs from life before triathlon and those mean that it is unlikely that I will ever be able to stop working completely. Suck as it might, it is reality.

Most days I don't let work bug me, I train and live around it and I think I do a pretty good job of not letting it interfere with what I do either by costing me too much time or causing me too much stress. This week, and particularly today, it did both those things and I am really kind of peeved about it. Today I sat in a meeting room from 8:00am until 5:30pm. In that time I participated in one of the least efficiently run meetings I have ever seen, getting increasingly annoyed that somebody else's inability to run a meeting well was costing me my afternoon. I should add that the meeting wasn't being run badly by somebody from my company. If anything the fact that the meeting wasn't run by somebody from my company made it even worse. My time was being wasted by somebody who we pay to know better. Just think there are people who do this all the time. No wonder we are so unhealthy now.

The meeting drove me crazy. It had already made me cut my trainer session from the morning short (although admittedly that was partly my fault because I got on the bike late) and now it was going to make me miss my afternoon run. It was infuriating. Particularly because I was really looking forward to that run. By the time I got home at 6:00pm I still could have got out but all motivation and will had been sapped by nine and a half hours of mind numbing meeting.

At least this week happened during a recovery week where I have a bit more flexibility with my training. If it had happened during a proper week of training I may well have simply thrown a chair at somebody and walked out.

Days like this make me appreciate the time I spend doing my other job a lot more. Rottnest feels like a four weeks ago rather than four days. I am really looking forward to getting back to it.

Sleep first though. The horror meeting was probably made a lot worse by the fact that I am really tired at the moment. Time to rectify that. I suspect the world will look just a little bit rosier once I have.