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I was all out from 7:30 a.m. until this very moment. I didn’t even take a full hour at lunch either. 30 minutes, tops. Okay 35, Twitter feed was ablaze today and I lost myself in stories of all the punks from yesterday’s National Signing Day announcing to the world what college campus they were going to dominate for the next 4 years. But now it’s 3:30 p.m., and I’ve done my shit. So the next 1.5 hours are not going to be very productive. Carly Fiorina has a better chance at winning the nomination than me sending out a single email.
I’m mailing it in.
The day was destined for a short lifespan when I got that 2:00 p.m. meeting request. On a weekly conference call that lasted 1 hour, I talked for 5 minutes. Instead of sitting there, listening to status reports on a multitude of projects that do not concern me, I should have been able to excuse myself and return to the land of productivity. But that’s not common conference courtesy. Everyone’s time must be wasted equally. It’s the law of the land. So my aspirations have all but been toasted, headway coming to a screeching halt at the cause of a dimly lit conference room filled with crackling voices spewing the same bullshit about how they are “chasing it down.”
To make matters worse, coffee isn’t working. I’ve got the afternoon yawns on repeat right now. Clearly, I have abused the substance to a point where it has no effect on me. I drink it in the morning to keep up appearances and because it warms me up on the days that it is so cold that my snot freezes to my upper lip before I even have a chance to blow my nose. But now it more or less serves as a laxative to expedite the process that was started from the consumption of my less than satisfying lunch I threw together this morning, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed to get in early and grab the day by the balls.
As I think about it now, I do have to save something to do for the next couple of days. I can’t be working myself out of a job here now can I? That’s such a shitty mentality to have, but it’s feast or famine in my industry, so I’m going be billable as long as humanly possible during this brief drought to keep those “What are you working on?” questions off my back for as long as humanly possible. So for now, I’m calling it a day.
Now if you’ll excuse me, the coffee is kicking in so I have one last order of business before I leave for the day. #paid2poop..
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@207Cush
Honestly… I’m just the opposite. 3:30 rolls around and I think, Shit, I gotta get to work and try and salvage this day.
I’ll schedule a meeting from 3:30 to 4:30 that just reads “meet with engineering” or “Systems check” or “PiPo conference call” which is just stands for play ping pong for an hour.
Would you mind forward me that meeting invite? Sounds more like official work than my calendar block reading “Taking a shit and browsing PGP.”
Always have one guy you can forward the meeting to that wont mind the break from either monotonous meetings or just wants to leave early too.
I decided to start mailing it in at 10:30 this morning when I received a snarky, condescending response that completely ignored the body of my email.
I bust my ass for 9-10 hours M-Thurs just so I can mail it in from 9am onward on Friday, and leave the second that clock hits 5.
I wish the coffee was just for appearances and the other reasons you listed. Unfortunately my body has developed a nasty dependency that leads to awful headaches and foul moods without it.
this sums up my afternoon