Forced to Hire

I'm being forced to hire someone. Yes, I know this sounds weird, but it's true. I don't want to . . . I shouldn't have to . . . but I'm being forced to. 

I remember one of my professors talking about how jealous they were of me when I told them that I was being asked how many research assistants I wanted. Little did they know that I don't want em!

I remember writing, perhaps in these pages, that I have struggled when I camp. I'll say things to my wife like, "Sweetie, will you make the fire?" then, within three seconds, I'll wave her off and say, "Never mind, Honey, I'll do it." Or making the dinner. "Here, . . . you can grill the hot dogs." Less than a minute later she'll  here. "That's alright, I got it."

It's a challenge I have. I know it. And sadly, . . . this new job has allowed me to embrace it fully. "Oh, a report? I'll do it. Why me? CAuse there's no one else in the department."  . . . or "you want a study? Sure! I'll do it." The hallowed hallways of the company's research department have echoed with the calls of the Director saying, "I'll do it," and "Here, let me!" and "I got that," and loving every minute of it. 

My boss has had enough. She's forcing me to hire someone to help me. I think she might be concerned about burnout. Maybe she's worried about not having more "voices" within the writing. Or perhaps she's having to do too much editing to assist me. 

Regardless, its happening so I need to embrace it.