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March 16, 2006
blowoff, telecommuting, & heavy breathing
To misquote JoeMyGod when he was in town for the last Blowoff, "This is the coolest gay thing ANYWHERE!" (I was a little drunk, and so was he, but he said something like that).
It's been a busy week and will be an even busier weekend as I prepare for a big work event on Monday and get ready to visit Homer the following day, staying for a week. We will be going down to San Carlos, Mexico for some whale watching and cocktailing, and it will be good to bask in the bright sunlight like a lizard on a rock. Lately with the spring teases in the weather from cold to warm and back again, I've been feeling more like Gollum in a cave. Trees are blooming but I'm ready for it to warm up.
I worked from home today, actually accomplishing things and really having good uninterrupted time to sit, think and process what I have to do, and doing it. Emergencies real and petty constantly come into my office door at work, and it's been really refreshing to be able to get my own work shit done in my own space once in a while. I am all for telecommuting, and can't speak highly enough about it. At the end of the day after working at home I really feel like I have a handle on my tasks. For the first time in the last few weeks I don't feel panicked by nightfall, and I suspect I am going to sleep well tonight.
The flip side of that is when to stop working, and when to start. Believe it or not once I feel empowered and begin accomplishing things, it's hard to stop. On the other hand little temptations are offered while at home...finish this pile of laundry, repot that poor fern, pick up the dry cleaning, etc. But for the most part my output from home is positive and more productive than a typical day of A.D.D. work crises. My boss recently suggested I get an office out in the hall for various reasons, and while I said I'd be OK in the Maelstrom that is my office, perhaps he is right. Gurl often tells me I need to start my own contracting business, and while I loathe admitting anything she says to be true, in this case she is right. I am constantly reminded by daily events that I may work better on my own.
Another great rugby practice tonight, probably the reason for this generally upbeat blog entry. By the end of the practice while the coach was giving us details for Saturday's match, all you could hear outside of his speech was the heavy breathing of 40 or so guys who worked hard for two hours. Everyone is excited for this season, and our potential is great.
Posted by jimbo at March 16, 2006 10:58 PM
Comments
Repot that fern. You know it's gonna die! Help it!
Posted by: Glenn at March 17, 2006 7:43 AM
Could you actually understand the coach? If so you are being slowly acclimated to kiwi mumble.
Posted by: Michele at March 17, 2006 3:25 PM
Many of us do understand his broken English, but when you can finally understand what he's saying, you realize his syntax is so garbled that all we hear is a series of words that are apparently English, but make no sense together in a string of words.
>; )
Posted by: jimbo at March 19, 2006 2:32 PM