Reality Snooze Alarm

I feel as if I should catch up on some old posts...

...actually, I'm really trying to put off doing some nasty work. A rather unpleasant customer has to be informed of bad news - and the buck was passed to me. :)

After having worked here for so long, I've built up an immunity to the guilt of passing on a passed buck. But I can't find it in my heart to wish this one on anyone else; and, to be fair, this particular assignment does fall within my job parameters, so I can't honestly justify not doing it.

So I will consider it a booster shoot of sorts, bite the bullet and make the call... in a minute... or two... just give me a second... I'm getting my nerve up...

*sigh* put the world on snooze alarm, just let me blog for five more minutes...

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The bosoms I wanted for Xmas have been acquired; it is so marvelous to be able to put on a fresh new pair of tastefully bodacious tatas in the morning before going to the office and then to be able to unload them after getting home from work... it's almost like having corrective contact lenses for your breasts.

I finally succumbed to the promise of spring, and started preparing for a garden this year. With the help of some small fluorescents, some mylar and a timer, I'm adapting a pair of bookshelves into a plant nursery.

If it works, then I will also have a place to keep my kitchen herbs. Last year, I began a flowerbox herb garden on the back balcony; it ended a day later when I realized that birds perching on the balcony above were not only perfectly positioned for both precision- and carpet-pooping, but that they further augmented their target practice with fly-by poop-strafing runs over the potted plants.

And then there were the squirrels who methodically dug up every plant by yanking out the glass pebbles used as pot supports and burying them back in the pots, as if glass pebbles grow into Tiffany lamps.

Between the birds and the squirrels, I've come to appreciate that coldframes & hothouses aren't just all about temperature. But S.O. & I can't yet agree on how (or even whether) to enclose the balcony; so mylar-lined bookshelves it is.

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And this procrastination has done some good; after letting the situation percolate in the back of my mind, it occurred to me that I'd seen an email address for the client somewhere; all I had to do was find it, and then relay our standard impersonal form letter for bad news.

It doesn't really let me off the hook, as our standard impersonal form letter for bad news includes my name and phone number; so the client can still call to give me an earful.

And it's an earful I'm dreading. I don't have any authority to change anything on his behalf, I'm just the cog that turns the wheel that relays the standard impersonal form letter for bad news.

But me taking the earful means that the ears of authority don't have to suffer. So I'm taking the earful on their behalf. I'm taking an earful for the company. I'm taking an earful so that others may live, and so that their ears might ring only with the deafening silence that is the sound of Freedom...

I'm hoping he won't call.

~ snooze ~

Posted by edgar at March 12, 2003 02:55 PM