Within the last 8 hours at work, I’ve had no less than two major long-term projects fall apart with no discernible way forward.
I’m not surprised, because everything is terrible in 2020, and to be fair, I was kind of expecting one or both of the projects to come apart at some point. COVID gonna COVID, after all. But I wasn’t expecting to get hit with both in the space of just a few hours. That’s a gut-punch.
Sort of makes me wonder what the last few months have been all about, makes me feel aimless, useless, powerless.
It’ll pass, I’m sure. But not a great look for the start of the week.
This morning I mused that we should just rename Monday to “BS”. (The full word, of course, not the two-letter-euphemism.) Not BS-day, just BS. “That meeting? I think it’s scheduled for BS.” “Weekend’s over, time for some more BS.”
I did not particularly intend to be prophetic, but the world is funny like that sometimes.
Oh, and let’s not forget my beloved-and-behated Atlanta Falcons play tonight, so more pain is in the offering!