Tonight was supposed to be my night. Work wasn’t going to ruin it. Work wasn’t going to stop me from getting my haircut or mowing my lawn. Work wasn’t going to keep me up into the wee hours. Work wasn’t going to own me tonight.
It started off right. I got my haircut, mowed my lawn, and then sat down after dinner and began to succumb to the call of sleep. My 2am night last night didn’t help. Right now I am beat-down something fierce. But… I have to be up. I have to finish. I have two presentations that need to be ready by tomorrow. One has to go out before I can sleep. But, I’m writing instead of working because my laptop decided to act up. Now I’m re-installing SP2 over my work’s VPN… and just watching the wasted minutes slip by. My presentation is on there, going wholly unworked on. Man, I was wrong about the crunch. It came on all smooth and slick, with a shiny glittery air about it that made me like it. The crunch’s pickup lines were practiced, coolly delivered, and believable. “Hey, take this extra work, the recognition will be worth it.” “You’re talented enough to be successful at this, it’s time to own your own career.” Oh the crunch, you’re a wily fox, a forked-tongue devil, a siren sweetly singing me towards the shoals. I fell for your charms, I sure did – and now you’re exposed for the time-sink of a whore you really are. Taking away my nights and my lunches, you bastard. 11pm and I’m here thinking of you… I only gave you my best, how could you do me wrong like this the crunch? I fell for you…
This is ridiculous. I’ve been waiting for this laptop to be “available” for nearly two hours now. Hangs, reboots, power cycles, more hangs… it’s infuriating. I’m at the point where I’m about to just chuck this brick out the damn window. I considered going to bed and waking up early to do this, since I’m about to fall over anyway… but if I can’t get the computer running it doesn’t matter anyway. I’m so frustrated right now. I keep thinking about mowing the lawn and how my mind was completely off work. I want to be back out there again, where I’m only concerned about making sure each pass back and forth overlaps the last one I made. It’s so much easier… I want to be back there.
Sorry, I’m devoid of all non-work thought… but at least I got a bitchin’ haircut and my lawn is the envy of the neighbors. Goodnight.
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