Some days my brain resounds with a bloodthirsty battlecry. I keep it locked inside my skull but were it to escape it would scream to the UNIVERSE -- DIE DIE DIE DIE (my darling).
Today was day one of my new life with 25% of my tasks handed off to three new people. Today I should have been able to focus on the all-important, career affecting, presentation briefing (ie: the briefing prior to really doing the presentation on thursday) to the stakeholders.
I spent today babysitting the three stooges, all of whom were so panicked in the purportedly "minor duties" that I had handed off to them, that I didn't even have the heart to tell them to FUCK OFF AND STOP CALLING ME TO REMIND YOU OF YOUR LOGIN NAME, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IS FOLK!!!! When I said I'd answer all of their questions...
Ahh, fuck.
It's been a day. In fact, the day is still going.
Now that it's quiet and I've had a chance to much some celery (yay lunch!) ...
...
...screw quiet, I lost my thought to yet another drive-by emergency. I think I was saying something about settling down to my REAL work at the ripe young hour of 6:20pm.
I think.
In fact, I'm just going to get to it before someone else goes by and steals precious minutes from my life.
In the silence of this cubicle farm I can still smell the breeze of yesterday's lounging on the fresh-cut lawn of the garden, sunshine in full flory, book in hand.
Just barely.