Today is the biggest day of my career and I get woken up at 4 am by a dog that is whining.
It's a high pitched tiny little whine that comes in staccato increments with a pause.
Then it starts all over again.
It's like a slow scratch on a blackboard that gets louder and louder.
4am and I am up and awake and exhausted.
I can't get back to sleep because the pause isn't long enough, and then it starts again.
The culmination of the fighting, screaming, politicking I've done at work to get where I am and it comes down to this...
my whole work life is about to be defined by a whining dog.
She doesn't whine every morning.
And some days she whines later than other days.
But I know the whining days outnumber the non-whining days by at least 4 to 1. At least. If not more. Probably more but my brain has been pierced so many times by the Whine and the resulting lack of sleep has killed more brain cells than all the beer and scotch I've had in my life.
I must do something with the whining. But I have no idea what.
We had a dog growing up once a very long time ago.
It had to stay outside, because it was a dog.
And it certainly didn't whine.
If it did, you didn't know because it was outside.
Sounds good to me.
Whine whine whine whine whine whine whine.
Cats don't whine.
They don't even look at you, which is fine as long as they don't whine.
No one, and I mean NO ONE, had better cross me today.
The good news is that I just cancelled a meeting scheduled from 4-5 today.
This means with any luck and manipulation, I will get out of here early.
I will go over the house straightaway and start painting.
The Big Meeting is at 10am.
I am not looking forward to this.
As I've said before, how many times can you talk about the same stupid thing before your mind goes to waste?
At 11am, I might be going home instead of at 4pm.
You never know what the day will bring.
I might be painting for a living.
The idea of the hot dog stand is looming large before me.
Well, thing looks different after lunch.
The meeting went well. It was well received and I was told by the boss's boss that I did well.
That's good coming from that level.
Now I am afraid that I will have to make good and deliver.
And it appears that the last parting comment from the boss's boss that this other person and I could lead one of the efforts for the entire enterprise leaves a dry taste in my mouth. MORE WORK!
Turns out the Boss's Boss and the Boss's Boss's Boss like cars. Fishing and Cars. Go figure. I have something in common with the Big Dogs. That is too funny to think about.
Delegated a meeting to one of my managers and left the office to meet Joe for Lunch.
Such a nice surprise and such a sweetie. He took my running gear to the new house so I could run after work.
I am looking forward to it.
I think I need to delegate even more!