One thing that I am severely deficient in right now is certainty. Amidst the legitimate caution of medical professionals not wanting to leap to conclusions, and the bullshit cover-your-ass bureaucratic "Well, could be yes or could be no, please don't sue, mumble mumble" crap, and my own ability to forsee three or four potential disastrous outcomes to any option I pick, it feels like I am lost in the biggest, deadliest Choose Your Own Adventure ever. I am truly longing for some snap-snap yes or no, as evidenced by the voracious pleasure with which I...did my taxes last night. Math, forms, things that end! This I can get into. I came out about even, but it felt like a loss because my state taxes gave me a refund, and then my federal taxes took most of it away. Ah, well.
Work is getting a little wonky because of my new condition, though. I am all about the things that I can do in less than ten minutes, the things with clearly marked boundaries. List! Start! Finish! Check off! That's how I like to do it, baby. The long-term projects, or any chore that looks like it might mutate into something new as we go along, are getting righteously shafted.
Like the topper on my Cake of Slack, a project from months ago that I was already annoyed with seems to be resurfacing. There was this whole woohaw with the emergency exit maps, see. It was one of those projects where I started out reporting to one person with one simple goal: make emergency exit maps that were legible. So easy, right? But then each time it was discussed, a new person would happen to see what was going on and stick their poky little nose in and add parameters to it, so whenever I thought I'd won the Emergency Exit Map Challenge they changed the rules. Anyway, AT LAST I conquered them all. There was no one left who could possibly have anything to say about emergencies, exits, or maps of any kind. Now, the original in-charge guy has asked for a printout of the months-old, and may I add, never hung up, emergency exit maps, and he is walking around with them and a ruler muttering to himself. I swear if he comes up to me with another change there is going to be a terrible act with a three-hole punch in the offing.
Posted by hilatron at April 8, 2004 01:05 PM | TrackBackGreat.
Except that now I can't remember what it was I wanted to say that would have totally cheered you up and made you all happy in spite of your exit map difficulties.
DAMN YOU, PIZZAZZ, THIS IS YOUR DOING ISN'T IT!?!
Posted by: aaron at April 10, 2004 07:44 AM