PTSS, PPSS, Sumpin Like That

It’s been months now since I could still be construed as being fully on call at all times without notice, be it to answer an e-mail for help or to go handle something in person.

I thought I’d finally come down from the very real effects of that, but today I found myself tensely needing to get in front of e-mail Right Now in case someone needed help.  Then I realized that there was essentially no chance of that.  I have no standing customers for whom doing that is policy or part of the deal, and I intend to try not to let it get out of hand if it comes to it, notwithstanding my initial plan for the now side business incorporating even more total access than people had gotten before (thus the Blackberry, which I would have trouble giving up even though I have started leaving e-mail on the computer off most of the day, checking it at intervals rather than being interrupted by every spam that dings in; I just love having e-mail and the web available anywhere if I need it).  It’s very strange, the overwhelming urge to be available, to be checking e-mail, that just doesn’t need to be there anymore.  Phone phobia from support is bad enough without the addition to it.

Since I am job-hunting, obviously I am relegating the business to a side thing, or a side thing I can coordinate enough to allow other people to operate under the umbrella, which goes even further to eliminating the tense sense of, for lack of a better expression, “always on.”

If the above ended up disjointed, I started it much earlier, then ended up entertaining the baby and eating lunch.  I was in a particular state of focus that incorporated writing this and then working on the resume, mention of which was going to segue me out of the post and into that.  As I typed the post I simultaneously was making mental notes for what was to follow, odd as that may sound.

It’s not going to be a particularly hard thing to get back into, but it’s disconcerting to fall out of that mental framework and lose the thought queue.

PTSS = Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome
PPSS = Post (shit, now I can’t remember my own acronym!) something Syndrome

How can I be funny about making up a new acronym when I can’t remember it when it’s time to reveal what it stands for at the end of the post?  I’ll update with it if I (inevitably) remember later.

Posted by on 10/18 at 10:24 AM

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