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The Summation Moment, just before deadline! [Feb. 11th, 2011|04:40 pm]
I take perverse pleasure in what I call Summation Moments. That's the situation, the experience, that really sums up the way you feel, or the way the day's done, or whatever. It's like when you're writing and you wind up with that punch line at the end that ties all of your loose ends together, or takes the writing full circle. Instead of just dribbling off into inaneity. The latter, like every message I've ever left on anyone's answering machine.

And here it is, 30 minutes before I say "oh, I am OUT of here. This week is FIRED. I am not going to think about work for...well, okay, at least until tomorrow morning. Because that's how full of fail this week has been, I'm going to have to be in here all weekend long. Grrrr. Arrrgh." And it's just dribbling off into further bits of fail and petty annoyance and frustration and....

So there I am in the ladies room, complaining. Ranting and raving to a co-worker about the excessive volume of work, the sheer overwhelmance of stupid crap, the one and a half days of training I was scheduled for that have morphed into 3 1/2, the looming deadlines, the pressure. And I ended one sentence with "It's just ridiculous!" which was followed by the restroom air freshener above us making a distinct "Phffft!"

And we both laughed and I got to be clever and say "There's my Ed McMahon, right there." And we both laughed some more. Because we are old enough to know who Ed McMahon was, before he was the Publisher's Clearinghouse guy.

Until I stopped laughing and realized that, since I was standing directly underneath the air freshener dispenser, that the entire inside of my mouth was coated with "Fresh Linen Breeze".

Yup, that's sort of how the whole week went down. Any small shining moment of victory...rewarded with a mouthful of nasty Fresh Linen Breeze chemicals.

Seriously, in the great Skinner Box of life, I am the rat that wound up eating its own innards out of anxiety of what that lever was going to do next.

[User Picture]From: ferlonda
2011-02-12 07:04 am (UTC)
I hate those little sprayers.
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