There’s stuff that I need to do, but I’m here and not there and starting this off the way that I normally would start off all of these posts.
There are loud typing sounds echoing off into the distance, but that’s okay as they’re there to achieve something.
That’s what I need to keep on telling myself anyway.
Today is a short day at work. I am running a shift of approximately five hours. I say approximately as it may run over that allotted time if I get a call that goes on for a while.
Today will be a day of active antagonism. Why? There needs to be room to treat the customers with the contempt that they deserve.
After all, their continued abusive tendencies are what leads to the formation of hard, violent diamonds.
There will be calls, there will be laughs., there will be tears.
There will be smiling and sad faces and all of that other stuff in between all the other, other stuff.
There will be voices that will be heard from a distance.
Until then, there shall not be much use of the utility of voice, for there is typing to be done and thing s to be written and there is not much time to get as much as I want to get done done before the start of my shift, but that’s okay for at least if I can get even the littlest smidget completed before I need to be bombarded for money, then I can consider at least that a little victory and that will lead to a modicum of success, even if it is only a temporary thing due to my continual moving of the goal posts so that I may forever chase them instead of getting in and stopping entirely.
Well, that is what I am currently telling myself. Maybe I’m using it as an excuse to warm up my hands and wrists and not actually achieving anything that I want to achieve.
Certainly not I.
Well, there is only one way to find out. Actually, there are plenty of ways to find out, but that’s another story for another day.
Can you tell that I am currently procrastinating?
I certainly can.
Perhaps all this will lead to the achievement of going on another walk where I get to see the sights and sounds and smell the refuse that has contractually built up wherever people choose to roam en masse, for it is a requirement that rubbish builds up where people care to dump it and there’s no issue with that whatsoever.
None at all.,
Perhaps I should just get this finished off so I can continue my conquest of readying myself for a whole lot of unreasonable expectations from people who can’t get it through their head that they aren’t entitled to what they think (most of the time).
However, I am sure that there will be some lovely customers that help make the day.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:00:30
A bit more cerebral than the usual pithy rambling that I produce.
Written at work.