You ever have 1 of those weeks where you do a whole bunch of sh*t, but feel like you didn’t really get all that much done? Yeah, that was this week for me. All the calendaring, scheduling, and to-do listing couldn’t save me from the tsunami of interviews, paperwork, MS Word stunting, and reports that engulfed my life. It was all work and no play which really made me feel like a dull boy — not to be confused with dough boy. Anyways…
Eff Stephen Covey for forcing me to evaluate myself and think about my circumstances. The realization that you have so much more control over life than you’ve been telling yourself for years is a powerful one. Dude got me reflecting and introspecting on the A-train to and from work. If you haven’t read it, I suggest you pick up 7 Habits of Highly Successful People. It will cause a genuine paradigm shift; or at the least, some internal turmoil that has nothing to do with an upset stomach.
Eff this gift I’ve been making for a co-worker’s anniversary and having to decorate her cube on Thursday night. The person whose help I really needed this week is on vacation visiting “my people” in Africa and having the time of her life. No hate here. She earned it. That doesn’t mitigate the fact that this project that’s taken me no less than 7 hours (and I’m still not done) would have been knocked off by her in 45 minutes to an hour. So many lessons learned and so many days of my life shaved off due to stress. But I know that when this is done I’ll be able to look back at this experience and be proud of what I created. Sh*t, I’ll even be able to talk about it in a future interview or something.
Eff the woman that lives above me. Not literally. She’s a helluva lot older and looks like she eats a lot of polk-n-beans and has a messy apartment. I know she’s got a roach infestation up there and I don’t wanna have to patch up any more cracks, crevices, and electrical outlets without plates because creatures are finding their way to Hotel Slimshouse. I am clean. I am civilized. Don’t bring that bullshiggidy around here.
Eff how much I’ve fallen behind this week in anything that’s not day gig related.
Eff going to bed early then waking up late and getting even further behind at work.
Eff this writing slump that I’ve been going through. I need to write myself out of it. I will write myself out of it. I shall write myself out of it!
Eff the Detroit Tigers. Poach ‘em all.
Eff it being the beginning of Northface season.
That is all. Have a great effing weekend.
Looking forward to 530pm on Friday,