My job is eating my brain. I'm spending more time at work than I like, and more energy at work as well as more hours.

My last job was 30 miles from my house. That'd be 30 minutes on freeway, in good traffic. However, I don't drive, so the bus would take 90 minutes. 90 minutes of laptop time, or reading, or sleeping, or ... anything I wanted, so long as I could do it in public and seated. Mostly, it was origami.

The job was non-challenging. I knew my job, I knew no one else could do it. Well, it's still there after I walked away from it, so obviously someone could. They probably didn't enjoy it as much as I did, however. And I knew that my old company would have to lay off the whole campus before they eliminated my position. It was that secure.

The new one is a lot more demanding. No, not overtly. Overtly, we're encouraged to explore, to develop, to grow and take time to do so. However, it's a passionate company, and it hires passionate people. Young people. Energetic people. People who have me wondering, in a 'lifeboat drill,' who would end up in the drink.

So I'm scared, and I don't have any reason to be. No one has come up and told me that I needed to watch it. This is both good and bad. It's great because I am almost sure if someone has a problem, he'll say it. It's bad because I don't have an offical source to walk up and ask: "If you think I could be doing better, can you give me a hint on how?"

It's a great job. The people are good at what they do, are fun to be around. The benefits are killer. They give us cutting edge tools, and, if we're brave and at the right time / place, we can even use beta tools, the edge beyond cutting edge. I'm loyal, and I'm driven.

But I'm scared. And tired.