Goose Wisdom

I really had to manage the panic and excitement the last few days. It's funny how quickly people forget that just because someone else is doing something, it doesn't always mean you have to, or should be doing the same thing. What is good for the goose isn't always good for the gander. Or the old parent classic about jumping on a bridge with all your friends or some such malarkey. More and more it feels like most of my coworkers are getting into a desperate state. Then we have the seed. Not all of it has arrived, not all of it is going to arrive on time, and some never at all. I have learned again that working with our US team is a mixed bag, mostly the bag part if you catch my drift. It is frustrating and there is very little I can do to stir the pot. I've relayed my frustrations to the next level of management and hopefully they can take it to that level of management and crack a whip. Like Indiana Jones, just crack it or fling it around some conveniently placed rock outcrop to be able to get yourself across. I wonder if at the end of his missions, do we call them missions, maybe adventures then, at the end of his adventures if he sits back by the fire and kind of internally recounts the incredibly fortunate events that lead to his outcome. Timing seems to be important too, as well as planning. Getting under that closing door was a nice move, but to reach back for the hat, seems like risky behaviour. I don't know, I've gone into a full ramble. My mind is racing faster than the fingers. I guess I'm tired, after all I was up until almost eleven fielding emails of potential schemes from a coworker then up at 6:15 to the chimes of the phone, marking messages from another coworker asking me for favours. I think things are going to have to get a lot more selfish in a hurry. I have to worry about number one, and number one is not at all ready to rock yet. I want to be ready to go, if not willing to go. I guess that's why I'm the gander, wait am I?