You might think it’s better for the customer to work through your lunch or take your lunch break once all the dust is settled. The dust never settles. At most, you could maybe delay your lunch by five or ten minutes. Anything more than that will probably negatively impact you more than it will positively help out even the most desperate customer. So set a schedule and let everyone know.
There’s never a good time to put in your notice to leave, even as a temporary contractor hired in to do a specific project, but you should always operate with integrity when it’s your time to go. It’s the least they can do as well, because being laid off is not a fun thing for your identity. Let’s chat about this idea at length.
Some of my current plans are too ambitious for me to want to write about right now. I didn’t write or implement last week’s plans. Actually, I’ll rename them from projections now, so now the numbers are aligned… I thought they were two numbers off, but maybe not. Maybe I’ll write about these current circumstances after the dust settles. For now, I’ll just cover the facts.
Now that the first half of the project is complete, and I’m not as sick as I was in the past week, it’s time to focus on tidying up the loose elements that we had to put off to the side to take care of the bigger work. That’s the same as any project, really: I’ll typically focus on the glittery elements and don’t want to tackle the grimy elements. There’s one problem with that…
“It’s like Day of the Dead around here.” “Yeah, it is.” Every cubicle farm you’ve ever walked through is a weekend away from being completely dismantled. We holed up in the command center bunker room because everything else not tied down was gone. My makeshift operation was as cluttered as could be, cables everywhere; chaotic. Through all that, and “if HR heard me coughing this bad, they’d send me home sick,” we completed the project…
When I’m sick, it’s like I’m at half speed. No energy. No drive to create anything creative, no coherent thinking, and no certainly motivation to do anything functional. Thursday afternoon, I noticed a bit of a sore throat. Friday morning, I was already in the thick of it. No room for days off on this project, so I showed up and did my best, even though it was perhaps clear I shouldn’t have been there at all.
Last month, I thought about writing on a daily basis. That’s mostly worked well. I’d say for every day I carved out even just a half hour to write a quick 500 words to process either an event or a concept of the day exponentially excelled me closer to my goals. There are 100 other things I’d rather do, 25 of which are more important than the rest, and thousands I could do instead. Why write?