an antidepressant analogy

it just wasn't any fun today.

i have a hard time sleeping in hotels. the temperature is either too warm and stuffy or too cold. the ventilation system is too loud. the tv is too bright. i cannot coordinate my use of pillows (too many, and i suffer from a stiff neck from the tower; just one is a pancake). so i didn't get a good night's sleep and i was wide awake at 5 am.

the work day went from 7 to 7. finding files, reviewing files, interviewing project managers, logging results, and establishing ratings per the checklists and guidelines. it is not difficult, but it was nearly 12 hours of information overload. i had a hard time acting positive and enthusiastic. i have homework. and i just want to go to bed.

usually i am rejuvenated in a career-sense by these trips. new enthusiastic faces, different projects, and a sense of satisfaction. so far, i'm not feeling it. i'm dreading the next leg of my journey; two flights through two time zones for an all day meeting regarding the awards program on Friday. and you'd think i'd be all energized by the hotel's free high-speed internet that i connected to on the first try!

the up-side is lost, rather like a trazadone/pamelor/zoloft-induced haze. this is functioning without the fun.