Monday, January 10, 2011
And I have been fairly over-tasked at work. Good News: I seem to have kicked the task compulsion (email as excessive hand washing). Bad News: I seem to have kicked task compulsion. The trouble with workoholism is you can never go Cold Turkey.
Except in your heart....
So I have been a little behind, and tired of the keyboard by the time it is blog o'clock.
Tonight I made the effort to at least organize myself for tomorrow so I wouldn't start the day behind (this was mainly solved by moving all the task due dates to Tuesday and clearing the calendar for Wednesday so I could work from home and watch the snow fall). So I was out by 6, but that only means I am out in time to sit in traffic and get home too late to do much of anything else.
Is this at all interesting to you? This is what New Englanders talk about all... the ...time. Wait until Wednesday when it snows. Hoo-weeee will I be dull.
At 7pm, now past my usual turnoff, but with a full tank, I admitted I was not going to any gym -- but I had figured out what to make for dinner. So there's that.
This isn't even what I started to write about. But it kept me from updating one more project plan. And for that... I thank you.
Enjoy this: I searched the phrase "Gantt weenie," and this is what the Imperial Search Engine returned. So I put glasses on her, and yeh - that's about right. Dork.