My new colour-coded calendar
Today, the federal government proved that insanity is an acceptable state of mind. A pipeline, from Alberta, through the Rockies all the way to the British Columbia coast; approved (with conditions). This is not good, on so many levels.
I had best move along.
At work, with a ninety minute State of the Commission address, the current DG gave a final nod and a wink to the assembled employees. Budget cuts won’t be as bad as they might have been, and there is expansion in the system. New faces will replace old faces, and business cards will be printed. Life goes on, in the workplace. From where I sat (too close to the projected PowerPoint), there’s a degree of blur. My problem, I guess.
I’ve printed out a colour-coded calendar. If anyone asks “How much longer?”, I will simply point and smile. It all fits on one page, and it should serve as a head’s up to those who need (my) support. Best start listening, or taking notes; the next one in the cubicle may have a different set of priorities. I’ve tried to foster autonomy, but when that battery grows weak in the wireless mouse, it takes more than a solid explanation.
I happened to check the current value of a Rolex, over at Amazon. Might be easier for me to develop strong counting habits. For the seconds and minutes, I mean. There is less than zero chance that I’ll be putting a year’s salary on my wrist, when I can count to sixty and start over again. And after reading the comments (supposedly from buyers, but I rest vigilant), not many others are adopting the brand.
