I am not meant to be a project manager/client services person. Manager, yes. People manager, yes. But apparently as a project manager/client services, I am ineffective with clients, say the wrong things, don’t defend my turf enough or know when I’m supposed to versus when to let a fight slide, annoy the fuck out of people randomly, can’t keep track of all the right things for all the right people at all the right times, am detail-oriented but not ENOUGH, and overall just don’t get a “win” feel when I make a client happy or deliver on time. That’s what is supposed to happen all the time, and NOT doing that just makes me feel like a failure. I applaud all project managers out there... BRAVO! And the worst part is I feel so bad for complaining about this when I’m sitting two chairs away from a woman who’s fighting a rare blood disease, and panic attacks just to keep life interesting. I see my kids at night (for two hours, max), I have a job that pays the bills (if I can remember, which I normally do unless I’m totally stressed out like I currently am), I’m slowly rolling off of the PM stuff at work, and my marriage doesn’t suck anymore. So why do I want to curl up in a ball and cry so fucking often (maybe not daily, but close)?