Why Did I get Out of Bed?
I like my bed. Of course I mean on those occasions when I can get into it. Typically I’m at odds with the pack over sleeping space. If I get there late, I usually have to evict the Rotweiller and the German Sheppard. The Australian is smaller and more clever; she can usually find a way to remain sleeping in comfort.
…comfortable and completely without care or responsibility…
Once I’m in bed, I like to stay there. It’s warm, comfortable and completely without care or responsibility. In bed is safe. Getting up is fraught with the peril of the corporate day. As I discussed a little earlier the morning didn’t go well… into the full blown day that is Gigantic Concrete the wellness worsened.
The onslaught - phone calls, voice mails, action items, incidents, change requests, e-mail, status reports, staff issues, vendor delays, executive updates - in short, mayhem. Yes we all experience it, I’ve even seen you at some of the Mayhem Anonymous meetings. What I’m wondering is, where the heck did my sponsor go? I’ve got eleven steps more to go and I’ve lost my way.
Darkness falls. Bed beckons. It’s safe there… at least until tomorrow.
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