When one is busy
Who knew that eventually I might have to actually start working? Regularly?
NOT ME THAT'S FOR DAMN SURE.
So yeah. I've been kind of busy here at work. SuperAdmin has been "temporarily" moved to the Customer's Site, and now that she's gone it is up to D and myself to keep this dump running. SuperAdmin did a fine job of getting the word out there though.
"Goodbye everyone! They're shipping me off to not-so-greener pastures! Call on Sam or D if you need anything!" And there was our e-mails and phone numbers tacked on to every single message.
All I get now are phone calls from random people asking about meetings, questions about expense reports, timecard issues, lunch reservations, conference calls host numbers, blah, blah, blah, blah...My telephone has never been more busy and my inbox is constantly filling up with names that I don't recognize.
It's 4:30pm and this is the first time that I've actually been able to sit down for more than twenty minutes without being interrupted.
Let me just make something clear though. THIS ISN'T ME COMPLAINING. No. Not at all. I'm just noting the differences, extreme differences, from being bored all the time, to working all day. It's a nice change of pace. I'm welcoming it. Really. The day has moved along nicely. Of course, everything would have been a lot more pleasant if I was able to be fully conscious. Perhaps it's this new daylight savings time thing, but I've just been exhausted for the past couple of days. It doesn't make any sense though, considering that we turned the clocks back. I should be enjoying the extra hour.
So, a show of hands. Who finds it absolutely crazy that it's already November?
Yuh, I know. Me too.
How fucking nuts is it that we're only a mere couple of weeks away from Thanksgiving, and before you know it, we'll be wrapping presents to stick under the Christmas tree and battling other shoppers during the After Sales. I have no clue where 2005 disappeared to but at the same time I can easily remember every detail. It just all flew by so quickly and apparently I wasn't paying enough attention to realize that time was soaring by without a care.
I say that every single year too. "Man, where did the year go?" Why is it that the older we get, the faster time rolls by us? It doesn't seem fair if you ask me.
I seem to be stuck in some kind of weird limbo mood. It's definitely not a funk. I'm not down nor am I sad, I'm just scattered and a little bit confused. A little lost perhaps too. I can't even figure out what kind of music to listen to which is a big deal to me. I can always figure out what kind of music I need to enhance or change my mood, but that is proving to be a chore in itself. So I've been listening to the radio.
*Gasp!*
It seems like I'm getting a lot of things finished, but when I look back down at all of my memo notes for things that need to be done, the list appears to have grown an extra couple of feet. I can't quite keep up with everything I'm holding.
So I'm a tiny bit on edge. My head is stuffed full and I'm not sure what to do. I guess for now I'll just wait it out and continue chugging along in my small corner of the world.