13 Apr 2009
3:30 pm
It's official, I am useless. I've morphed into a total clock-watching loser today. I've actually run out of fun ways to procrastinate. I'm now down to reading Facebook pages of people I was vaguely friendly with in high school. Ugh, my feeble brain. How have I not learned to control you yet?
The problem is that we've all been asked to write a brief, three hundred word or less description of what we do here and why we are critical to the company's survival. Yep that's what I said. Critical to the company's survival. So, yeah—I'm feeling motivated as hell. Mostly, because a tiny voice in the back of my mind says that maybe, just maybe what I do isn't critical to the company's survival.
So about an hour ago I called Ali and whispered that very thing into the phone. She was all, "Hold that thought for just a second, I'll call you right back." Then I guess she got her ass down the hall and onto the elevator in seconds flat. Because not a minute later, she breezes into my office, slaps me across the face, and leaves. God I love her. She is seriously the best best friend ever. Then she called me back when she go back down to her office and goes "So, you were saying?" Point taken, Madame.
So why the hell can't I write this thing?
