This is Day 12 of my work marathon, and I’d say I’m operating at about 80% capacity. I’m sometimes finding it difficult to pull up the right words while talking. I say things like, “Tomorrow everyone needs to wear business casual, which means no…” “Jeans?” somebody offers. “Yeah, jeans!” I answer, as everyone exchanges holy shit glances.
And people need to try to solve their own goddamn problems. I want to holler, “How long have you worked here?!” roughly 25 times per shift.
But if I can just make it to Sunday, when my regular crew returns, I’ll be home free. The next few days will be the test. Well, not a test: I’ll power through it. There’s no question I’ll make it, I just need to get these next few days in the rearview. My team is the freaking Delta Force, and it’s not as easy when they’re gone.
I didn’t update yesterday, and this one is going to be an abbreviated little turdlet, too. I apologize. But I’m gonna have to hit you with a Question now, and sign-off. Day 12 beckons.
In the comments section, please tell us what you’d say to the 15 year old you, if you could travel back in time and spend about 10 minutes with the 9th grade version of yourself.
I’d say, “Listen man… you’re worrying about all the wrong things. Oh, you should be worrying. Make no mistake about it. But not about all that stupid crap that’s in your brain right now. I can write out an itemized list, if you’d like. Also, cut your hair. You look like hell. And take more showers. Jesus!”
What would you say? Please tell us about it in the comments. And hopefully I’ll see you guys again tomorrow.
Have a great day!