New Routine

Hey, did Uncle Bobby get his attention?

Yup. If he didn't, I'd have gotten an ass whopping by now.

Okay.

Ya.

Hey, I wanted to let you know. I've got a new routine now. So that I could focus on something.

SILLY GIRL. Your safety net should first be God.

Yaaaaaaa

And you know the old Qert won't be saying stuff like that. So you know I'm going through this phase in growing up and getting things ready with Min.

Yaaaaaaa

And good, keep floating. You go, girl.



Yeah, so. Today is only Day 2. I take my lunch hour and I go floating. At least for 15 minutes I do move some part of me. Not just spending all the time at my desk having this headache that won't go away, feeling like this is the end of the world and like this is everything being robbed.

I've had a few pleasant phone calls besides this. My previous trusted No. 2 called me up yesterday with some updates. She's gone to Boss with signature frown and handed in her letter. Okay, if that's what she wants.

Because I have a drawer, I have this Mars bar that has been sitting there; just in case.
Today, when my headache from yesterday didn't go away, I took that Mars bar out and stuffed my face.

Then sat down to further wallow, "What's the point?! WHAT'S THE POINT I go floating everyday just to stuff my face with Mars Bar?!!"

And then I went back to my number crunching. And figuring out a way to put this right. This is good. I've been waiting since April to have this headache. It's good for business. I must do this right.

I peer to the cubicle across from mine and wonder, "How does he do it? How does he remain so detached with all these negative numbers looking back at him?"




Okay. Enough about the Island. Back to figuring this out about my mountain.


Sigh...