Senseless Sarcasm : Waiting
My brain has returned.
I wish it were still on vacation.
After a mental exercise I call, “You’re going to get fired for sure,” I’m up at 4 in the middle of the night eating a heart-attack special on Dave’s Killer Bread.
For people who don’t live in the USA, there really IS a bread with that name, and it’s quite nutritious…
…except that it’s holding together an egg with generous portions of turkey ham and extra sharp cheddar inside the well-buttered bread.
As I contemplate why, exactly, I’m sitting at my home office desk writing a post this ungodly hour,
…I remember one painful truth:
When you work for a non-profit organization funded by the government, not everyone understands that if you fail to fill out one redundant form, you might be fined $1000 for each “infraction.”
Or more…
…and that’s why I’m up at 4 in the morning.
Time management requires all who are involved in the process to gather signatures and send back the paper work in a few days, not a few weeks.
In defense of people who are one step away from sainthood, I’m not a people person, I’m a paper person. I haven’t met a piece of blank paper that I hate, unless it’s bright yellow. But I have shredded more reams of it than I care to admit.
The people who have to get this paperwork signed are busy taking care of people who might not live through the day without them.
Yes, their job takes the patience of a saint.
My job?
Waiting for the paperwork
It’s nothing short of overkill to fine an organization into oblivion for prioritizing people over paper. I mean….Really? Has anyone ever died because my paperwork wasn’t completed on time?
Fast forward 2 hours. I made it back to bed around 6 after finding a space between this:
Awoke at 8 in the morning after dreaming about driving a van without windows.
This is all I could see of the path I was taking:
Ends up, I was driving through a flea market, most of the booths were demolished, and people were running for their lives.
Not sure what it means, but it’s time for me to sit at my home office computer so that I can chase paperwork and hunt down the people who need to sign it.
You poor thing…waking up at 4 to fill paperwork – just the thought alone bothers me.
On the other hand, you have the will to wakeup at that odd hour and fill the important details. That I say my friend – kudos to you. Have a lovely day.
Its about to snow (more than a foot expected) in NJ. Going to be one hellish day!
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A cold front just came in, but after I read your reply I stopped feeling sorry for myself. It is going to be 58F during the day and 35F during the night. Yesterday, it was in the 70’s.
I’ve lived that far north before and know what it’s like to shovel a foot of snow off the driveway.
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Some of my most creative thoughts come to me in my dreams. I wake up and really should write them down right away, especially as I age, but I don’t and forget completely by the time I face my computer each morning. It’s so fun getting old. Of course I did the same thing when I was 50.
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Are we twins? 🙂 I do the same thing.
One of the pieces of advice I was given, when I took a writing course years ago, was to keep a writing pad next to my bed so that I could write down my ideas. The next morning, I couldn’t decipher what I wrote.
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We must be twins. The same happens to me❤️
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I love Dave’s Killer Buns…best in the world for hamburgers, ham and cheese, turkey and avocado and Swiss cheese…think I’ll go make a sandwich…
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It is, quite literally, to die for. It’s the best of all breads.
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My son picks up a loaf of bread at Costco every once in a while. It’s like eating candy. I’ve never put anything on it and have eaten 4 slices in one sitting. What’s the name? Good question. I’ll have to look next time.
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Bread…hot, soft, warm from the oven. Mmmm…
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