Argh. Busy season is upon me. There are obstacles. There are pools of sharks. There are friends that come by with pats on the back just when you need them. Sometimes they give you a hug. And then there are those who leave the office thinking that surely this woman has lost her mind.
People want to hand you things. No matter if you have one hand on a keyboard and the other holding a phone receiver, they want to hand you their sheet of paper. Lay it there, I say. By the end of the day, I am snapping ... Lay. It. There!
Work phones. Why aren't there cordless ones yet? Why am I unwinding a knotted up phone cord in this day and age? I do have the hands-free Lily Tomlin Operator set. One ringy-dingy. Two ringy-dingy. But why is that main phone still on a cord?
I've been on edge. Don't know why. Things are the same as they've always been. Maybe that is the problem.
Am self-reducing some of the thyroid meds, maybe that will help the on-edge feeling.
Ever want to really look forward to something, but all that is on the horizon is same-ol, same-ol?
I'm Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. Maybe I should take piano lessons.