I hate it when I become so focused that I loose track of everything. This happened today. My partner told me she was going to take a half day this afternoon. This was OK with me—I had no where to go and I was down to answer phones come what may. Usually Cecilia takes a late lunch—I take off at 12:00 or there abouts and we are cool. For some reason, I got in my head that Cecilia was taking the early lunch and I would take the late lunch. I totally spaced she was out or the rest of the day. I was getting pretty hungry about 1:30 when it sunk in on me that I was flying on my own back here. I got Angela to cover phones for me and I too about 50 minutes and had some crackers. I do not know why I was so focused—perhaps I had found some sort of work zone a vocational nirvana where once attained the employee channel our all day and come back to a state of full conscience at the end of that day feeling the day whizzed by in a snap. This may have been the case for the is morning but I can assure that this has not been the case this afternoon. Luckily I had two visitors drop in and “eat” up my afternoon. The visitations would better had they not over lapped each other but still the visits we welcomed and helped me deal with the slow Yawn filled after noon hours. My eyes may have glazed once or twice but I am sure the eye glazing was not noticed by the visitors.
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