I have sent exactly 79 emails as of 3:20pm this afternoon. 79 emails. That seems nuts to me. I’ve been staring at my Outlook inbox for the last hour trying to talk myself off the ledge. Too much. I haven’t been this busy since…since…well since this time last year. Yet I always manage to forget what being work-busy like this feels like. The tightness in my chest, the frustration when I see whatshisname - the “slow-talker” - pop up on the caller ID, the shock when I catch a glimpse of what I look like in the mirror, the confusion when I see five open email windows that I had opened with every intention of contacting someone for something and now I don’t know what that something was and I’m afraid I’ve totally forgotten and I’m totally SCREWED – oh, I remember what it was. I haven’t cried today, but I cried twice on Monday. I realized that flipping my co-workers “the bird” when they’re not looking releases the same amount of stress as does the crying. Need to write myself a post-it with that little helpful piece of info so I don’t forget it. Oh no, it’s whatshisname, put a smile on your voice, Enders. Here we go. Make that 83 emails. How old is that pizza? Who am I kidding? I don’t care. What am I going to write my blog about? I’m already a day late. C’mon, Enders, focus up! But someone just sent me a Zach Galifianakis video. Just finish this one thing and you can watch the video. Man, you’re like a little kid. I don’t tell you how to do your job do I, what makes you think you can tell me how to do mine? You, lady, get my middle finger. How come I’m the only one who stocks the fridge with Diet Coke when everyone drinks it? It’s hard to type from way up here on my cross. Screw it, I’m watching the Galifianakis video.
Even Zach uses post-its.
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