Do you remember the genius game that required you to place crazy geometric pieces in their respective places before the timer ran out and the board hiccuped? I always had my moments with that game when sometimes I could rock the clock -- and other times I was just terrible.
This week I feel like I'm playing that game at work. One of my coworkers has brought her sweet 5 year-old son with her for the last two days. He has been running around like crazy, watching cartoons loudly (with his own verbal commentary, I assure you), and incessantly talking. I can hardly get my work done.
I like kids. Really, I do. I like to play. I like to read. I like to learn...
... which makes it harder for me to pay attention to what I'm supposed to be doing when he is next to me counting to 100 and getting caught on the 50s.
I took my Ipod to work today to see if I could drown out the kid. This was only slightly helpful. It did, indeed, drown him out, but then I couldn't concentrate on my work because I was too busy listening to music in my head. I would have changed it to softer music, but that's my cue to sleep. I might as well have done that because I didn't get a whole lot done.
I'm counting down the days until I can move into my office.
Speaking of moving, we had a heart to heart with one of the guys at the site today. We close in less than 2 weeks and there's all kinds of work left to be done on the house. We had planned on going by today to make a list of what needed to be changed before the walk-through (to make that trip more successful), and noticed that nothing has really changed in the last week and a half. We know it won't take long to fix the issues, but we also know it doesn't need to be put off until the last minute, either.
I bet they're behind because someone brought their kid to work to "help" them!
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