Progress. I know, my coworkers have been whinging and whining about the influx of our workload for weeks. You’re probably sick of hearing about it, but bear with us. You’ll have your reprieve soon enough, and so shall we, since this Friday is our deadline. 5 p.m. on Friday, to be exact.
Which is less than 36 hours from when I sat down to write this column. That’s not a lot of time. Wow.
(Calming breaths, Melissa. Calming breaths.)
High levels of stress does strange things to people. For me, it triggers a procrastination streak a mile wide. As shocked and appalled by this latent tendency as I always am, this year my procrastination has reached startling new levels. Yes, even for me.
I’ll give you a few examples. On Saturday, I actually got up in the middle of a sentence to floss. Floss! Just for the heck of it. I hadn’t even eaten anything. I pulled a similar stunt Sunday, only this time it was to iron. Iron! Like anyone cares about wrinkles during Progress week.
I’d like to say my distraction was confined to the time I spent attempting to work from home. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. I was marginally more productive back at my desk in The Evening Sun newsroom on Monday, but not as much as I would have liked. My diversions of choice? The gym and compulsively reading articles online.
Tuesday, I felt a sudden, urgent need to go to the grocery store. And the gym. In between I compulsively checked the Progress queue on our editorial server. Just to make sure all the articles I filed were still there, you see, and monitor my coworkers’ progress on Progress.
There was also a rather unfortunate incident involving cherry cordial-flavored Hershey Kisses, which somehow ended up in my cart during the aforementioned supermarket excursion. OK, fine. I should call it what it was – a binge. I’ve tried to just put it behind me and move on. But it’s hard, what with the rest of the bag calling my name from the cabinet over my desk.
Must. Be. Strong.
Other than that one little transgression, I’ve basically been subsisting on Chobani yogurt and, much to Jeff’s chagrin, lemon pepper tuna. Oh, and toast. Did I mention I love toast?
