Strange Afternoon

The night was filled to the brim with restful sleep. I was t possible for it to get anymore full. I can’t explain why. My morning routine happened in a quick fastidious fashion the. I was able to partake of my now customary morning meal. Now time for dallying, I was at my desk ready to rock right on time and rock I did. I got swept up in a manic energy that had me covering off multiple things at once. I had my task to do which was a complicated spreadsheet that someone built for a one time use not for me to untangle years later. I don’t even know who built it. Then every hour or so there would a request of varying urgency that suddenly popped up and I dealt with that too. I ended up taking lunch close to two bells last noon. It was a hastily consumed bowl of soup and a bowl of jello. That goopy mess I created. I was back in the saddle again within twenty minutes and that jello sat horribly the entire time. I’m not sure what happened when I went to eat but it was pure death after I got back. My manager called me to chat for the first time ever. Other than that, there wasn’t much else to worry about. I got after some other items and then it was six in the evening. I hustled down to make a round of shake and bake chicken. I was in the mode to clean out the fridge before my pending adventure. I ate two breasts by hacking them up and rolling them together with some cheese and HOT sauce in a wrap. Spectacular flavour no matter what Sassy girl says about Kraft singles. I spent the rest of the night packing my bags and getting everything gathered together for my early departure time.