A Frustrating Start to Bunny Time

I woke up to find a conference call in my schedule for first thing this morning. I had a sneaking suspicion that I would have to play a major role in it but wasn't committed to that. I went into the call with no prior knowledge of its originator, nor purpose, nor desired result. Then I find out I am to lead it, and it will be a discussion for an hour. That is annoying more than frustrated but I figured out why it was happening and could easily get behind the ultimate end goals of the call. The desired results were obtained and I moved onto the next task at hand. No sooner had I settled into that than I was requested to do something else. Then another request with that job. If you're keeping track I'm two tasks off my original endeavour. Let's pretend I was driving a boat....in Venice....at night. My original task was the route I was supposed to take. Now I've made two turns away from it. It's night and I'm getting overwhelmed because I need to have the original task done in good time. I kill one of the side jobs and get closer to the main route when BOOM! another side task. I kill it quickly and then dust the first detour. Back on track, here we go, I can sense the finish line. Phone rings. Questions. I provide answers. While I was distracted on the phone, another email request. Damn. Do it quickly, get back on track. I'm so close I can taste it. It tastes exactly like a dusty computer monitor would if you licked it. Why would you do that I don't know. That in no way can give you a measure of progress. Anyways, I got it all done by 5:30pm and shut off my work machine before anything else could slip past my defenses. Now I have one big chunk of side project to do by next week and then I'll just have my real job left to do. It's a strange comfort when you are allowed to get back to your actual job.

It's raining today, I assume nature is adjusting to match my mood. Is that pathetic fallacy or just pathetic? Literary terms? Wow, look at you big spender. Tomorrow is Good Friday for our nation. This is supposedly a statutory holiday, even though I thought it was the Monday we got off. Apparently bankers and government workers get both. Regardless, I need to buy food and fuel and the stores will be closed tomorrow. I guess I will practice being a shut-in who creates meals from whatever they find in their cupboards. Or normal life for me. Keep it together!