Work right now reminds me of that old joke about the three tomatoes walking down the road. I don't remember the exact setup but it was something about the baby tomato falling behind over and over , mama and papa tomato kept telling him to hurry or he would get hit by a car. Baby tomato didn't listen and he continued to walk slower and slower. Finally, a truck runs him over and papa tomato says...Baby tomato, Ketchup! I feel like I'm falling further and further behind, sooner or later, I'll just be a red spot of road kill on my desk.
I'm depressed about recent budget news. Depressed about directions we are taking things here and overwhelmed by the volume of work I have to do. Given all of that, I am sitting here right now looking at the piles of paper that need filing or data entry or processing of some kind and just can't seem to lift one of them to get started. I don't usually mind this sort of thing. I just can't deal today.
We are seeing more people that are harder and harder to help. Some who don't even want to be assisted. Some want to say on unemployment forever, some are sick or mentally unwell, some who lack any motivation at all. Some who really have goals in mind, things they want to accomplish, but I don't have the resources to help them. This shit is a little depressing.
Depressing. That does seem to be the word of the day. I don't think I'm usually like that. Not that I'm any sort of Susie Sunshine. But I'm not usually in full funk either. Need something to look forward to. Something coming to feel excitement over. A few of my favorite things. 1000 awesome things. Free things. Happy things. Funny things. Some things.
Instead, today seems to be a big ole shade of gray. I lost an earring. My pants are too tight in the butt. My feet are cold. In a normal day, I could find at least a little humor about the lady in the lobby who shit herself yesterday and caused the whole building to over spray with air freshener which caused an asthma attack in me that caused me to take an extra long lunch. Not this week. This week, I'm feeling sorry for her, for myself. Instead of wondering where she got that kick ass tiara, I'm sad that a 60 year old woman would feel that a princess tiara was appropriate in the first place. I think I haven't lost my mojo, I've lost my humor.
World, I think it's time you send me something to put a smile on my pissy face. Send a joke. Send a comic. Send a stupid person for me to laugh at. Just a little something to change my mood tide-I need to shift from sad to laughing.
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