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Alive and trying not to panic

Dear readers, I am alive.

I am incredibly busy trying to get every aspect of my job finished or at least downloaded into someone else's head before my last day this Friday. This is the problem with my current position - no one, and I mean NO ONE, else knows what on earth I do. Luckily, my projects are independent and I can pawn them off onto several people instead of one poor shmuck who already has their own job to do.

I'm doing very well at not running screaming from my office in a panicked frenzy. But it's there right beneath the surface. I am quite proud of myself for controlling it and not letting it bubble up. If I can maintain this much self-control and calmness (even feigned) in my next job I will be AOK.

In addition, I am packing for my vacation with Friendster Guy.

I so need this vacation.

You may not hear from me for awhile. Either my head exploded or I went away to relax. Let's hope the latter. I think I'll make it.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hmm, you have decided to make your job totally independent of all others. Wise decision. Just always have an answer for "what exactly do you do?" My answer often was something like "Without the work that I do here, the inner circle of cohesivenss that we share would crumble and totaly anarchy would break out." Sounds right eh?
Sassy Pants said…
You hit the nail on the head. Total anarchy.

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