Punching the Clock

I'm eating lunch at my desk for the fourth day in a row.  Don't cry for me, Patience Reader.  It's just a busy week at the office.  Conventional wisdom says that I shouldn't be blogging at the office, but hey...this is my time.  And I've have very little of that lately.

It's 2 PM.  I have my thawed Lean Cuisine whatever sitting on my desk along with my weak decaffienated iced tea (in my Houston Symphony coffee mug).  And one of my co-workers comes in my cubicle and asks me to update a spreadsheet.  In behavior that is completely atypical of me, I give her my back and curtly answer her questions.  She remains chipper and trots off with a sweet "Thanks!"  Grrr...

I'm a bit grumpy...I'll admit.  Our department had a HUGE project in the past couple of weeks that dictated that the majority of us work into the wee hours (Our director - along with the aforementioned chipper co-worker - worked until 4 in the morning last Tuesday).  Work/Life balance at this point is nothing but a joke (and an unfunny one at that). 

I'm not pointing the finger at anyone or anything.  And although it may seem as if I'm complaining, I know that, in my line of work and at my level of employment, burning the candle at both ends means that sometimes you have more than two wicks.  And the wax disappears rapidly.

In the spare moments that I've had recently to entertain my own thoughts, I have reflected on the measure of time that each of us have.  Life is finite.  Fact.  Hate it or love it.

There are so many things that I want to accomplish in this life - some seem to be significant, some trivial.  To me, all of my goals are important.  But, hey...I can't do it ALL.

I do have three things that I want to do before I step off the planet.  I won't share them now.  Stick around if you'd like.  You'll see the progress.  The changes may be interesting to some, the changes may seem odd to some.  The paths that I take may seem downright bizarrre or boring.  I will have to leave that to you.  You can give me your thoughts if you'd like.

I do ask something of you.  Try to measure the time that you have left.  And start working to achieve whatever you believe to be important for you.  It'll be easier than you think when your heart is all in.

The clock on my phone says "2:22pm."  I have a meeting at 3, and I need to prepare.  22 minutes for lunch sounds like indigestion.  Don't worry about me though.  I know where I'm going.