It’s been pretty quiet at the office the last week, and even quieter this week. Nobody is here. Where normally the phones are ringing off the hook and the emails are pinging through faster than I can keep up, it’s pretty darn slow. Which isn’t to say I have nothing to do, it’s just that the pace has ……. really …………. slowed …………………………….. down.
There’s this general daze, like when you sit down at a restaurant on a really slow day, and the service is ridiculoIt’s been pretty quiet at the office the last week, and even quieter this week. Nobody is here. Where normally the phones are ringing off the hook and the emails are pinging through faster than I can keep up, it’s pretty darn slow. Which isn’t to say I have nothing to do, it’s just that the pace has ……. really …………. slowed …………………………….. down.
There’s this general daze, like when you sit down at a restaurant on a really slow day, and the service is ridiculously bad, even though there are no other customers. Everybody–the waiters, the line cooks–just kinda moves in slow motion. Real lazy-like.
Same thing going on here.
Can’t say I’m a fan. I like to be energized, and I’m usually pretty good at keeping my pace up–or moderated–regardless of what’s going on around me. I stick to a schedule–a rhythm–and it keeps me flowing. But the last several days I’ve just been in this summer haze, drifting along. Drifting along.
I know it won’t last, because it never does, but beleive it or not, I’d rather have more activity around me. There’s slow and there’s real slow, and as much as I’m sure I’ll regret saying this come the fall when I’m totally slammed, I’m ready to pick up the pace.
But just a little.
Post edited by: rcolchamiro, at: 2008/08/23 08:53
