Yesterday at work, we had a wicked deadline. A new project came into the department, and everything got dropped so we could meet it.
You know that sort of thing really ticks me off. I like my job, and I like the work I do, and I like the people I work with, so going to work is hardly a chore. It's easy to get out of bed in the morning, when you've got a situation like mine. But when the "higher ups" do this to us, send us a big project, that'll use up a lot of man-hours, and tell us a 9:30 am that this needs to be done by close of business, it really takes the joy out of working.
So file this one under 'life is a race,' and take some advice: on a day like that, don't stop for lunch. Don't pass go, don't collect $200. Just buckle down, do the job, and when you get it in under the wire, breathe deeply, and go out with your coworkers for that well deserved beer.
But not too many beers, because you're going jogging in the morning. At least, I am.
Because if I'm going to race, I'm going to race on my terms, and not the boss's.
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