No, I didn’t get fired today. I couldn’t be so unlucky. After the excitement yesterday I slept really well last night. I woke up just full of spit and vinegar. I headed over to the gym early and did the exercises that I should have, had I not been involved in other things. I had time left over to work on the elliptical as well since Mike decided not to show up. As I was finishing up, I remembered that he had a late night last night and went to the gym after work. That’s why he didn’t show up.
So I cleaned up and went in to the office. On top of the regular work that I have, we all have some (hey you) kind of tasks that come our way. One of the tasks that I have is to take all of the approved projects that the company has had over the past year and scan them. They get sent to my e-mail where I have to file them on a web-based “share point” program. It’s just that the process isn’t as easy as that, and the files are kind of big, so even though it’s not HARD, it is labor intensive and somewhat confusing.
Geez. I was just interrupted for forty five minutes. My roommate is still talking.
Anyway, my point was that this project is taking me much longer than I thought it would take. I don’t really know where I was going with that paragraph.
We had a couple of meetings, got a…
Here’s something completely off topic. What is the story about some author who was writing a book/poem/epic - who was in the middle of writing whatever it was he was supposed to write, then there was a knock at the door, he was interrupted and totally lost his train of thought and couldn’t finish the story how he wanted to finish it? That’s how I feel now.
Somehow, I got all fired up at someone’s ineptitude this afternoon. I was ready to go off and put my boot in someone’s fourth point of contact and had to be calmed down. I was so mad, I was told to go to the gym and work out or go run laps to chill out.
That’s how I ended my day. There’s no way to blow off steam so I went to the gym again. But I’m still kind of mad. In order end this on a happy note, I have 88 days left.
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Your post title kind of scared me. Oh darn, you're coming home. But I'm sorry you had such a rough day. I'm glad your coworkers realized you had reached your boiling point and told you to get out before you got into trouble. Love you!
ReplyDeleteMichael - You're thinking of Samuel Taylor Coleridge who had a dream while under the influence of opium. He was so het up by his dream that he started writing it as a poem:
ReplyDeleteIn Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea. [...]
He was interrupted by a visitor ("a person from Porlock") who disrupted his chain of thought, and he never did finish the poem.
I can't remember whether the poem is called "Kubla Khan" or "Xanadu," but I'm thinking it's "Kubla Khan." I'll have to Google it.