Note to self…

My job is not my life.

My job exists to finance the rest of my life.

My job is not the sphere of my life in which my ambitions reside.

Therefore, it does not matter that my boss, who has been ignoring my increasingly frequent pleas for feedback so that mondo, giganto, expensive project could start moving forward and possibly meet deadline without creating the need to warp the space-time continuum, has now taken it upon himself to not only expand said project [scope creep alert!] but has also decided that he, with no experience in the field, can write a better project specification than I with my nearly dozen years’ experience can write.

I just need to remind myself that I chose this job because I wanted to have the checks clear, be able to leave it all at the office, and not be responsible for anything.  I wanted to be a code monkey.  That my boss is treating me as such is the desired outcome.

Breathing out.

The key now is to make sure that I live up to my potential in other areas of my life.