Monday, October 10, 2016

Machine back on

I rolled into a role and the first thing needed was training; a fuck-ton—at least six training packages needed done in three days.

Naturally my low echelon super competency restored on contact and I knocked all of that training out by mid-afternoon, did a edit sweep of a plan, reported a broken lift car and emailed a stranger with a solution to a problem they didn’t know they had—and they said thanks for the fix.


It feels amazing to be back on the horse and going full gallop. No tears, no heightened panic—not even from the multiple triggers that riddled the training.


The Mikey machine is back on and is humming with perfection.


WFT(F)W (1). 


(1) Wellness for the (fucking) win—the (fucking) is for emphasis.

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