The building I work in is pretty much on lock down mode on the weekends. You need a key card to just get in the building and there is a special, top-secret code to access the elevators. Now, I am not REAL good at remembering number sequences so I kept the email with the code in my briefcase.
I saw the paper in my bag the other day, so i know it was there. This morning, nowhere to be found. So, I'm wondering a coupole things:
1. When did I remove it from the bag?
2. Why the fuck would I remove it from my bag?
I can only assume it's my sub-conscious fucking with me. I mean here I am, building a pretty decent amount of business, wanting to go in on a Saturday to take care of some administrative bs that just tends to slip away from me during the week. No harm in that right?
My sub-concious however cleary decided there was no flippin' way I was going to work today and made me remove that code from my bag. bastards...
So, my two choices are this... kick back and relax with some coffee and video games today; or I could call my division director who is probably relaxing with his wife and son, and ask him what the code is at like 8:30am on a Saturday morning.
OK, so I am not the fucking heartless.Instead, I decided it's time to write my first blog in two weeks. The pot of coffee is almost gone. Hmmm... what the hell else should I do today. It's way too early to crank up the amp and play some power chords... I'm sure my neighbors would LUV that... too early to go drinking...
what the hell do people do on Saturday mornings when they are not workaholics? I'm frikkin' lost over here...
Oh well, I guess I will make the most of it. I hear someone banging up and down the staris moving in... maybe I'll go see what they have I can borrow. :)
Peace out...
Heitz
1 comment:
yes you are the only one in this world that crazy shit happens to. maybe that happened because the universe was trying to tell you to S L O W down. smell the roses. or drink a beer. whateva. relax, you'll still make your millions.
k
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