Awful day. Just awful.
At work it was annual review time and there’s never enough money or accolades for those deserving of money and accolades. At one point during the week I actually thought I might be cracking up. Like, there’s too much to do cracking up. Because I had a full eight hours of work every day, I have not checked email (no, like really not touched it) since Monday.
When I last checked, there were close to nine-hundred unread messages in my inbox. I’m not exaggerating. Nine-hundred. I have allocated the first six hours of tomorrow morning (this week I have been arriving around 6am to get some extra hours) to killing the inbox. I will find a private place where people can’t get to me and I will respond to mail all morning. Six hours of email. This is how I make bread. This is my worth.
The day reeked. Reeked. I hated it but I struggled through it with folded hands, propriety, and a smile. Tonight was beer with an old friend. Reparations, perhaps. It was a welcome nightcap to the day, and set me in a much better mood for the end of the evening. Actually I feel great. I am eating potatoes out of a ziplock back with a fork.
Sorry no writing this week. Remember, it reeked.