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Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Working for the man every night and day.
Why isn't Proud Mary on my iPod yet? And why isn't the "i" capitalized?
But I digress, and I haven't even begun to write yet. What was I writing about? Oh yes. Today is my first day back at work. I was greeted at the door by two of my more cheerful colleagues. Why do the I'm digressing again. Anyway. Back to work today, and today is a full day indeed. As part of my on-going resolution to be more of a work-a-holic, I scheduled myself solid today from 9:30 am until 8:00 pm, with a 30-minute dinner break. Why did I give myself a dinner break and no lunch break? I'm sometimes jealous of people who can eat at their desks on the job. I can't do that. Clients don't like it when you eat in front of them. Or when you start web-surfing. When you're face to face with someone talking about their inner demons, you're pretty much there for the whole 50 minutes. Which is fine, except it makes it hard to take care of other business during the hours of 9:00 - Again, I'm digressing. But that's OK, because I don't remember what I was going to write anyway. God, I should have taken today off. I doubt I'm going to be much good to anyone. I'll be lucky if I don't get lost trying to find the men's room. I wonder if any of the Morning People brought doughnuts in this morning? |
