What I’m Blogging

Day Seven, just after 11:00PM, and things are working a little better. I channeled some of the angst about returning to the office and wrote the office scene that I had been avoiding. I guess I needed to get a taste of it again to accurately represent it. Funny how that works, but experience is the best source to draw on.

…maybe I’ll get a few hundred words in…

I’m still behind, but If I can manage to keep this pace up this week and still get the “day” job done, things will be OK into the weekend. Tomorrow the day job is sending me to some god-forsaken outpost of the Gigantic Concrete empire to oversee a new wireless network installation. It’s going to take hours, and my task will be about 30 minutes start to finish, so maybe I’ll get a few hundred words in there. Likely not as plans in IT never survive contact with the enemy, but hope springs eternal.

Excerpt:

“Hey Jack, want to see something really cool?”

I stopped and turned around.

“My wife got me this,” said Charlie, as he bent down and retrieved something from the credenza behind his desk. When he came back up he placed a small scale model of a guillotine on his desk. It was made of wood with a metal blade and looked functional. He reached over to the far corner of his desk and opened the humidor and took out a cigar. I watched amazed as he placed the cigar into bascule of the device, clamping the lunette over the its end. He flipped a switch and the blade came down, cutting the end of the cigar off making it ready to smoke. “Is that cool or what?”

Here’s a little math for you. Five days of Vacation equals two thousand, three hundred and twenty-three emails. That’s what I had waiting for me when I returned the the encompassing arms of corporatism which is Gigantic Concrete. During the week off I was free of all stress (with the exception of self imposed writer’s syndrome) and I was actually enjoying myself. This morning after being here a short 30 minutes all of that was gone. Back to the grind, back to the salt mines, no rest for the wicked, once more into the breech.

Here I site wading through email after email and all the old worries and stress is back in force [sigh].