I was really in the zone
well on my way to a seriously productive afternoon in Cube City.
Headphones in, blasting trance / electronic music straight into (it felt like anyway) the part of my brain that equates rhythm and productive activity.
Yeah. So I'm weird. Part of why you're here innit?
Beebopping along for about an hour after lunch. I'm focused and motivated. Practically chair dancing. Then I feel a tap on my shoulder.
Pop an earphone out and turn in my chair. It's BBFH *sigh*. Why can't I get a bcc field when I'm forwarding a meeting notice? I used to.
Told her I didn't think so, but lemme take a look. Poke around on MY system for a little over 5 minutes. Then she tells me, "nevermind. It's taking too long."
WTF!?! Christ! Call the HD next time. Or did you even look at your cheat sheets? Probably not.
Had to get up and leave for a while. Came back. Headphones in. Music blasting. Back after it. In there again. Then I notice the phone. Is. Ringing. And it's the guy from Vicksburg. Like the fella so I pick it up. It's his boss. Got me on a speakerphone trying to get me to do something by bitching me out. Right out of the chute. Explain the request procedure. Twice. Still bitching at me. I get the actual issue and Reg's number and tell him I'll call him back when I have this figured out and fixed. Half an hour later. Got him fixed up.
Back to the zone. Someone from my old HD group IMs me.
Fuck! I finally gave up and bailed out of there.
At this point, I'm almost to the P&R. Tomorrow is another day.
Putting IM on DnD tomorrow and not answering the phone. at all
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