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Manic Monday - For Real
Mar. 8th, 2004 02:13 pmSo, when we last left our heroine, she was soldiering on in the face of overwhelming odds...well, which pretty much describes any day here in Wonderland.
It was very slow last week. Partly that has to do with being in the "refractory shadow" of a large deliverable; there's sort of a big expenditure of energy followed by a sense of mild to complete exhaustion, a need to regroup. It doesn't necessarily break one's heart that the following Monday is slow and quiet, and one can play Solitaire virtually undisturbed for a few hours.
But that regroup shouldn't take two weeks - which is the dictum from our foible-some leader (client-side). It shouldn't idle a large number of good people who are far from home, and who - given the choice - would much rather be twiddling our thumbs at home, thanks, than here where our access to the outside world is so limited. And that's what it's looking like doing. We're doing our level best to keep our heads in the game, to find useful and profitable things to do, to keep from going entirely insane. We are having mixed success, at best.
So Friday afternoon - after a solid work week of this all-too-quiet-ness - my current rideshare colleague and I took off for the airport. I dropped him off, ran an errand, and headed back to the apartment to vegetate for the weekend. Actually, I didn't entirely vegetate - there was a discussion group on Saturday morning as follow-up to the parish's screenings of The Passion, and I did an amazing amount of laundry, and I went to church and then out for another errand yesterday. All that, and I still found a fair amount of time to vegetate.
I decided to skip the get-together at the beach for those of us travelers who were in town this weekend; I was feeling really tired (which I now think may have been the beginnings of a cold, but I'm not just sure), and thought that one of the folk there was going to be a certain person new to the project, who is...a bit much, in large doses. And because I decided to skip the get-together at the beach, of course I didn't bother to open up the company mail to fetch the directions and address.
( And now for something really big... )
( aftermath )
And for now, that's about all - although God knows there's really nothing to do right now!
It was very slow last week. Partly that has to do with being in the "refractory shadow" of a large deliverable; there's sort of a big expenditure of energy followed by a sense of mild to complete exhaustion, a need to regroup. It doesn't necessarily break one's heart that the following Monday is slow and quiet, and one can play Solitaire virtually undisturbed for a few hours.
But that regroup shouldn't take two weeks - which is the dictum from our foible-some leader (client-side). It shouldn't idle a large number of good people who are far from home, and who - given the choice - would much rather be twiddling our thumbs at home, thanks, than here where our access to the outside world is so limited. And that's what it's looking like doing. We're doing our level best to keep our heads in the game, to find useful and profitable things to do, to keep from going entirely insane. We are having mixed success, at best.
So Friday afternoon - after a solid work week of this all-too-quiet-ness - my current rideshare colleague and I took off for the airport. I dropped him off, ran an errand, and headed back to the apartment to vegetate for the weekend. Actually, I didn't entirely vegetate - there was a discussion group on Saturday morning as follow-up to the parish's screenings of The Passion, and I did an amazing amount of laundry, and I went to church and then out for another errand yesterday. All that, and I still found a fair amount of time to vegetate.
I decided to skip the get-together at the beach for those of us travelers who were in town this weekend; I was feeling really tired (which I now think may have been the beginnings of a cold, but I'm not just sure), and thought that one of the folk there was going to be a certain person new to the project, who is...a bit much, in large doses. And because I decided to skip the get-together at the beach, of course I didn't bother to open up the company mail to fetch the directions and address.
( And now for something really big... )
( aftermath )
And for now, that's about all - although God knows there's really nothing to do right now!
