We're going to pause for a moment. Spew. Then move on.
It's the day after.
Christmas.
No one is stirring, not a creature, a mouse, the cats, my whole effing family, neighbors, most of chicago, the nation, the world, even the planets are sleeping.
Not me.
I was up at 6, showered, ate my breakfast and out the door in my routine of driving to work. Why? Because I have to work. Why not get an early start? MAKE THE MOST OF IT. BE POSITIVE! RA! RA! RA!
I'm going to get a TON today. You can't hold me down. I will win. If I have to work, I will work, god dammit.
I arrived at work, sat down, sipped my coffee, read a few news posts to get back on track, then opened up the proposal I need to get a head start on. The clock said 7:32am. I'm awesome. I'm the best, most dedicated employee out there. The office is still empty. But I'm here, working. Already. The Day After Christmas. I would totally be Tom Hanks if that was the movie title.
Then the power goes out.
I sit in the dark until 3 minutes ago. Now it is 8:30, and the other dedicated drones are all here. There is nothing magical about this moment. The darkness reminds me of the bed I was sleeping in. The anger spots I see cloud my vision. All the work that goes into making THIS GUY (points thumbs at chest) the earliest riser, the super employee, the ultrakissass that arrives early after Chrismtas, the most dedicated, is gone...
(Fucking) Sigh.
Back to work.
4 comments:
The best laid plans go awry, but YOU still have the satisfaction of knowing that YOU are the superstar employee. That should be enough to fill your cup!:)
true dat mom. true. just fill it with southern comfort.
I got up went to work, too. In fact, Trudy launched herself off of my back as usual at 6:30 a.m. to let me know that, if I didn't get them outside, there would be a smelly puddle of urine in front of the back door. That is my "get up every morning early" motivation. (I get a lot of hugs and kisses, too. That is my bonus.
After dealing with Frick and Frack, I showered, threw clothes on and headed to work. When I get down about being there instead of snuggling under the covers, !just picture my boss handing me a certain pre-agreed upon amount of $$$ every hour that I reside in this building, doing the stuff that helps to keep this place going. That is my work motivation.
What is your motivation?
Homer says, "Kids, you tried your best, and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try."
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