Nekkid, Clueless and Feelin' Good: January 18, 2001

Thursday,
January 18, 2001

Two More Days. . .

Yes, I know. I'm sad and pathetic, and I should just get over it. It's been eight years, for God's sake -- surely I can't be this devoted anymore, can I?

Oh yes, I can. And I miss Lyndon like blazes. I know it's one of the reasons why I haven't been sleeping well, and I think another reason why I've been going down to the fitness room every night -- just so I can be out and around people.

I'm not built to be a single woman anymore. I can fake it for a week or two, yes -- I know how to shop for one, and how to enjoy the solitude while it's there. But then I start wanting a hug when I get home, or a chance to cuddle and talk, or just to know that he's there. We didn't live in each other's pockets by any means -- that's one of the joys about having individual offices -- but we always knew the other was in the house somewhere. It was reassuring, to know that I could wander into the living room and ask him a question, or chat for a few minutes, or just hug him and nibble his neck.

I want that back, dammit. And yes, I'm getting it this weekend, but only for three days, and then not until the end of FEBRUARY.

You do realize that I'm going to be increasingly pathetic and woebegone over the next six weeks, right? We're talking long posts about the pain of separation, how much I love and miss him, homilies on the beauty of his smile, all that gooey stuff. Oh, whee, now we can sicken people over the Internet, too!

Then again, maybe that'll improve my Clix standing.

Um. I think I may have made a tactical error at work. I let them know exactly what I could do.

See, one of the groups within our section has needed webpage tweaking done this week. At the same time, I've had to create new ad graphics for the main site, give a large set of pop-up windows an exciting new look, develop the look and feel for a newsletter template, and generally be on call for any web design or writing work that was going.

And I did it all. On time, and with no complaints, which seems to have won some approbation from the contractors in the subgroup as well as from the new manager. And why is this a tactical error, you ask? Well, because if you start developing the reputation of being a miracle worker, the person who can deliver the impossible on time and to spec, they start expecting you to do it all the time. Especially within TSB, which can be something of a drag after a while (as Lyndon can attest to).

Of course, it just means that I'll have to resort to the Scott Maneuver -- figure out how long it'll take to do something, then add two days onto whatever time estimate I give them. That way, I have the breathing room if I need it, and if not I look like I can pull whole websites out of my butt on command.

Office life can be so complicated.

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