"The price one pays for pursuing any profession or calling is an intimate knowledge of its ugly side."
- James Baldwin
Just today, I was thinking to myself, “Hey Self, it’s been a rather crappy week, hasn’t it?”
“Yes, Self, it certainly has. And it’s only Tuesday.”
“That’s true, Self. But last week kind of blurred into this one, did it not?”
“Yes, it most certainly did. And did I mention it’s only Tuesday?”
“Yes, I’m afraid you did, you handsome bastard.”
“Oh, Self… What are we going to do with ourSelves?”
Can you tell that I’m tired and losing my mind?
Without further crappola... the past week or so, in emails counts (Let me specify - WORK emails. Personal emails are a different and far more enjoyable species altogether.):
Monday – 121
Tuesday – 119
Wednesday – 183
Thursday – 148
Friday – 151
Saturday – 14*
Sunday – 10*
Monday – 204
Tuesday – 224
(* Yes, small numbers, I know, but they were on the weekend, so I’m counting them as ten weekday emails for every one weekend email. Totaling 140 and 100, respectively.)
As you can see, things are getting progressively worse. The bad days are the ones when I have to do other work, other than just answering all these damn emails. Which is... every day.
I’m wondering how this stacks up with other people out there. Am I crazy or is that a lot of mail to go through? Or am I just peeing my pants over nothing? (It’s been known to happen.)
Today is Tuesday. I posit that it is no coincidence the subject of the email I received today from Netflix said “For Wednesday: Repulsion.” So what if it was talking about this kind of Repulsion and not this kind.
Semantics.
4 comments:
No e-mails from co-workers who can easily utter the spoken word instead. make it a well known rule.
Oh Bill. If only it were that simple. It's steeped into the culture here. Telephones? Those are for ignoring, apparently. PS - As of 4:45 PM, I'm at 125 emails for the day. It's been slower than yesterday. Thank you god and little baby jesus.
163 emails at close of business today.
I save lives.
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