On My Own

This week has been the toughest week for me since I started this job a little over a year ago.  I won't go into details, but I've put in longer hours than I ever have, trying to keep multiple balls in the air.  All along there have been new surprises with new disappointments, and with challenges aplenty.  I've done my best to plow through them, and to insulate my team from them, but goodness, I'm exhausted. 

And through it all, I'd just like to talk to somebody.  Someone to serve as a sounding board or a sympathetic ear.  A peer; someone who knows what it is like and has been there and done that.

Unfortunately, despite over a year of living here, my wife and I continue to remain guests as best, and strangers at worst, here in our new "home."  We have no relationships outside of those that I have at work.  My two closest "friends" at work are the SVP of HR and the CFO, and at the end of the day, they're the SVP of HR and the CFO.  Neither of them give a tinker's cuss about my bad week - they have their own set of responsibilities, all greater than mine. 

So we plow ahead, my wife and I, looking forward to yet another weekend of hanging out with each other, because we literally don't know anyone else. 

Pathetic.