Do you guys remember when you were still in elementary (and occassionally, if your teacher was a pot smoker, in high school) when you could convince your teacher to let the class do the reading lesson outside in the soccer field if the weather was nice?
That’s what it has been like here for the last few days. The weather is gorgeous! It is crying for me to go outside and play. If I was teaching, I would have the wee monkeys up on the roof for some free time for sure. Instead, I’m trapped inside making revision after revision for a presentation that the rest of the office won’t even mention to me as it causes my tic to act up.
I’m back to wondering what my purpose in life is. I hope to the powers that be that it isn’t to sit at my desk and create documents that mean nothing in the overall scheme of things.