I'm writing this blog from a precarious place. No, I'm not balanced on a chair leg or on a barrel atop a telephone pole and I'm not in the crow's nest of a pirate ship, but rather, its 9:37 am and I've had no coffee.
I'm competely useless and am experiencing a sensation that's not far from the buzz that preceeds the beer that tells me I've had just enough. It would be fun except for the fact that I need to push through the fuzzy/buzzy feelings and string words together, accomplish tasks and be a captain of industry here at my desk so that I don't fail my boss, my coworkers and all the other people who expect answers, ideas and directions from my general direction.
The other drawback is that under it all, I'd like nothing more than to lay my head down and embrace the sleep that my caffiene-free brain insists is inevitable. Oh chemical dependency. How have we become such close friends?
It's telling that I'm out of coffee, for under only the direst of circumstances does this happen. It means it is That Time of Year, again. Whew. Spring is here and this week brought the first wave of new staff. Hooray for the fresh faces and the eager-to-pleasers! But of course it also meant the first 13-hour day of the year for my boss and I as well as the return of chaos to all things not-work in my life. Like my kitchen sink, my laundry basket, my refridgerator, my running clothes and the two books I'm partway through.
It's ok, though, really. I know that this season will be action-packed and fast-paced and challenging and fun and exhausting and hilarious and that then, it will end. And at its end is summer, which brings the days that are the closest to 9-5 that I experience in my job during the days where the sunshine beckons and water sparkles. And I'm excited for those just as I'm excited for these.
Now, where's that coffee pot I saw in the office this winter?
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