Shut Up and Get to Work.
October 25, 2009
I’m having the kind of day where you forget that all you ate for sustenance was two cookies for breakfast and a cup of coffee. Your tummy rumbles inside a meeting that you’re supposed to be leading but you know you’re rapidly losing control of.. well the meeting was okay, actually, it’s fine…. You’re just not completely sure whether you’ve grasped everything there is to grasp. Daniel doesn’t mind if you scream.
Your body is feeding on reserve fat cells, turning them into glucose. It’s 4pm and you’ve got another meeting to go which rapidly spirals into an argument between two former lovers. Her life is inside a suitcase with somewhere to go and nowhere to sleep tonight. What can you do? You offer a room but you’re just a bystander. Deer in headlights.
What the fark just happened here? You print a copy of the work over hushed tones and declare yourself a secret understudy. In the space of 24 hours you have 45 people to answer to outside of work which makes you happy, strangely. No you’re not confused, frustrated or panicking; you know exactly what to do.
That’s the weirdest part.
I’m having that sort of day.
All I need right now is a plate of food, a steady internet connection and maybe, a cup of coffee.
Long night tonight. Here we go.
