There’s A Hole In My Heart That Can Only Be Filled By You
I like having plenty of work when I’m at work. It makes the day go by and it makes me feel useful. But there is a certain point at which I get overwhelmed. I have this need to try and finish every single item that finds its way onto my to-do list on a given day and, on a day like today, when a new item was getting added about every twenty minutes, I tend to get a little bit irritable. My pulse quickens, my head throbs, and I start to swear at the computer. It’s not a pretty sight.
Luckily, I was alone in the office today. So, my boss didn’t have to deal with my insanity. He’s heard me mumbling veiled threats to the computer before and gotten a good chuckle out of it, I’m sure. But today was a different ballgame. There was a lot to do and I was meeting with resistance at every turn.
This was a set of circumstances that called for drastic measures. And so, when I finally got out of the office to go and do the mail and bank runs, I picked up a Sprite Zero and a bag of Kit-Kat Bites to reward myself for getting through the day. Back at the office just a little later, I woofed down the candy and the soda. All was better.
And then I blasted the car stereo on the way home, singing whatever stupid song came on the iPod, which was set to random. If you saw some maniac in a Jetta singing along to Extreme’s “Hole Hearted” on Route 3 North tonight, that was me.
But, shitty 80s/90s music is sometimes what you need to get you through the day. So, you listen and you’re better.
At least that’s the theory.