I think I'm finally starting to empathize a little more with my kid-clients... Some of them are on such a perpetual blood-glucose low, eternally lethargic & ever ready to zonk out sitting, standing, eating, or even shitting the minute intelligent brain food is placed in their field of vision... you wonder if your future's going to be safe in their hands.
Embarassingly, these 2 weeks, I see much of them in me. Desperate to clear the Everests of paperwork, but the minute the mountains come into sight, fairy godmother magically appears and transforms me into some low energy, low productivity & low motivation procrastinator. Sorry Boss, I have sinned.. but at least I did not install any $990 taps, or demand some 8 chauffeur-driven mercs, or use my lunch-hr entitlement to upgrade to some weekday leave...
Anyway, yeah... before I get smoothered and buried alive under those sinister-looking piles of text, I better bring my clients some diabetes-inducing sweets and treat them a little nicer.
That is, at least until I get myself back into the all-efficient, Superwoman mode again.
If you'd like to donate to my fund so that I can go buy some cerebral stimulants, pls dial "1900-give-me-energy". Thank you for your kind donation, peanuts or not.
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