Can it be? Can I really be enjoying my job?? Blasphemy. Well, okay, yes. I am enjoying it more, ever since Monday’s presentation and the self-interrupting “Oooh, shiny” moment where, mid-sentence, I suddenly spouted something about the pretty starting firework going off for the Indians’ game. (Me? Need Ritalin? Why would you ask?)
Just that, well, I love finding things other people can’t. Yesterday Dawn couldn’t find a business in Ireland and, in about three seconds flat, I showed her Google Ireland and found her company. Then found the Ireland Business registry. Then, showing off, did the same thing for Indonesia. And it was all off-the-cuff, extemporaneous flashes of insight and intuition. My two biggest “in” words lately, along with the not so fave, insomnia. Which has somehow transfered itself to Bean. I am sleeping like a log (what a dumb metaphor, as logs don’t have REM functions) but she has not slept much in four days. We’ve tried figuring out what could be causing this, but nothing really seems clear. I was like that for a few days over the past several weeks and now she is, minus some of my more curious side effects.
Needless to say, functioning was, well, impaired. I had the craziest thoughts at the time. So it’s good to see my brain firing on all circuits again, and as speedily as ever. (Maybe too speedy, but that’s a subject for another time, lest I get distracted by something shiny beckoning from outside.) I didn’t even read any political blogs for awhile!
If only my entire work day consisted of searching and finding, playing Cyber Scooby, I’d be thrilled. That, and if it promised the absence of cell phones. I got another — against my better judgment but in order to keep up with emergencies and important callers. Have vowed not to turn into some car and store talking, texting freak. Am going to keep it safely tucked away most of the time.
Which means I may miss important calls, but at least I’ll be less annoying than two-thirds of the rest of our populace.
