If you don’t start making sense, bad things will happen. Just to be on the safe side, why don’t you just sit in the corner all day and hum. This is your last warning.
This can’t be my real life.
Colleague: The project is ready.
Me: Great. I’ll put in my request with IT.
Colleague: You might as well wait. We’ve got a hold on for the next six weeks while we work out an architecture thing.
Me: So it’s not ready?
Colleague <sounding offended, like I hadn’t been listening>: It’s as ready as it’ll ever be.
Me: I don’t think you know what ready means.
In good news, I have many supportive colleagues who actually heard this conversation, so I had someone to check with to make sure I wasn’t the crazy one. I feel the need to confirm that way too frequently.
In bad news, the above conversation was neither the most frustrating, nor the most puzzling conversation I had today at work.
In other good news, an agent asked for a copy of Riveted and I’m so super excited I can’t stop grinning.
It goes on, but I’m going to stop the example chain there (so I don’t cry…or quit….or go to the office tomorrow and punch someone, then have to explain to my manager why my actions were justifiable and probably deserving of some sort of award for teaching my colleague not to be an ass-hat. Not a nobel prize or anything, but maybe a certificate of merit and a coffee card…)
My day has been one long series of “ooooh cool” and “WTF?!”. I can’t decide if the Universe saw all the great things that happened to me today and threw in a few bad ones to balance me out, or if the good things were a karmic reward for not going postal about the bad things. I’m still waiting for someone to jump out and yell “You’ve been punked!”
Writing Exercise:
As a reward for not punching my colleague I watched American Ninja Warrior. I know, right? You wish you’d watched it too. Well, plan better.
Anyway, while I was watching the incredibly fit, amazing (totally animatronic because no way real people can be that fit) athletes. I wondered what real Ninjas would think of the show. Would they think the obstacles were difficult? Would they be offended by the co-option (totally a word) of their name? Would they sneak into the obstacle course late at night and take turns running it, then discussing the perfect place for pit traps or archery placements to “up the difficulty level”? Happy writing.
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