I started growing my beard in October. I’m not growing it for man cancer awareness, or for the playoffs.
I’m growing it because it was time to put on the man pants. It is a message to myself to man up, face itching be damned.
And it will entertain my nieces and nephews.
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I’ve been distracted lately. My company is going through a very significant reorganization. I’ve known for a couple of months that there would be significant reductions in headcount, and that I would be affected in some way, as what I do significantly changes due to the reorganization.
Put another way, there are 23 people in the country who do what I do. There won’t be anywhere near that many in the new organization.
So, I’ve been distracted.
I found out yesterday that I made it, but I am going to be in a new role. Don’t know yet if it’s lateral, a promotion, or a demotion. (I think the latter, but I think there’s going to be a lot of that going around.) I will have direct reports, something that will help further my career and help out the old resume if I decide I don’t like the new gig or the new organization.
So there’s a big weight lifted. I’ve got mixed emotions, though, because it’s been a bloodbath, and they aren’t done yet. A lot of really good people (and friends) found out yesterday they don’t have jobs.
There will still be a period of uncertainty as we get the new world figured out, but I’m optimistic that everything will turn out well.
On the training front, you may have noticed I got a little more consistent. That was helping a lot with stress. So naturally, as is my tendency, I’ve found a creative way to stay out of the gym: I broke two toes (and dislocated one). It was bad enough for a trip to the ER, and bad enough to need a orthopeadic surgeon to take a look (and put the dislocated one back in place, which was somewhat unpleasant). I’m totally out of commission for at least a couple of weeks, as I can’t walk very well and can’t get a shoe on, so I can’t drive. Hopefully I’ll be able to get in and at least do something soon; anything on my feet will probably be out for about a month.
Decided to grow a beard. Right now I just look like I decided to quit caring about my appearance.
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