Hour 15 of my captivity

January 14th, 2015, 8:44 PM by Goddess

Whee tomorrow I get to go before the firing squad and account for all the work I don’t get done in my 75-ish hours of work. Can’t wait.

As I enter hour 15 of this awesome day, I am allowing myself a brain break to read something I need to read that does not involve demands from seven thousand people. You know. For a change.

I won’t remember that it’s been over a month since a little something I like to call (…), or how many inane e-mails I can exchange with Evil Landlady 6 in one day, or just how much construction I can stand and how it still beats yesterday with no functioning air conditioning.

Instead I will remember this:

If something isn’t working, don’t try harder or do more. Do something different.”

Ironic to read it before going right back to the digital grindstone. But, you know, for lack of time and ability to go have a few hours’ worth of angry sex because I have to do work tonight so I can accommodate all my meetings tomorrow, it’s my only release.

That and Jack Daniels. My only reliable lover.

Speaking of, my phone was ringing off the wall today from someone I don’t want to hear from. Three calls, a text and an IM, to be specific. Maybe I’m not the only one who needs a warm body. Hmmm.



Wasted love

January 14th, 2015, 2:05 PM by Goddess

Funny how my life can be reduced to a series of Brat Pack movies. Sigh.

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Stupid

January 14th, 2015, 9:38 AM by Goddess

A friend asked me to do a couple favors for him last week and then the efforts ended up being a total waste of time.

This after I got home at varying hours known as “stupid o’clock” around here and then stayed up till “hella stupid o’clock” to accommodate.

I did reach out to ask, “What the actual fuck?” but I have yet to hear a reply.

In any event, I was thinking how late “stupid” and “hella stupid” o’clock really are.

And how, if one cannot achieve what one needs to by “just past reasonable o’clock,” then it should be considered “beyond reasonable” and one should disconnect before they get into the territory where they could potentially disengage permanently.

The thing is, even though “stupid” was the word last week, I still dragged home a boatload of work over the weekend. Because, in my world, you don’t get downtime to finish it if you wait a few days.

Nay. You just have More To Do and Fewer Hours to Do It … that is, unless you let everything bleed into “hella stupid” hour.

When I say this is the year of more, I hope it’s not more stress. Because there, I’m already an overachiever, thanks.