It's that time of year at work again. That wonderful time of year. Our jobs -- no -- our very lives -- exist for the sole purpose of making it happen.
The first half of the year is spent recovering from last year's event. The third quarter is spent in preparation for the current year's event. The fourth quarter is the event itself.
Ladies and gentlemen, it is now "The Busy Season".
The stress affects people in different ways. Some people leave the company, others drink, and others cower under their desks in a fetal position until it's all over.
There will be casualties in this fierce office warfare. But there will also be heroes.
A perseverant few will remain to fight on the front lines. They will brave the savage domestic battles for meeting rooms, parking spaces, administrative jurisdiction, and coffee. They will assist bewildered customers, beguile stubborn computers, wrestle renegade staplers, and supplicate jammed copiers.
The thrill of victory is theirs! They will make miracles happen!
They will all probably get laid off next year, but that isn't the point ...
The relevant point is -- this will be a schedule change for me. I will still be able to go to my regular meetings, but I might fall asleep through them. "Quiet time" will be non-existent. I will eat, sleep, and breathe "work" until next year.
In some ways, I welcome this change. In other ways, I dread it.
Either way, I am where I am for a reason ... and that's a good thing.
Sober since April 6, 2006