this morning #1717.
this morning, three members of my team called out sick. i’m sure it’s just a coincidence that they all did at once but it sure feels coordinated. not ideal. at least hal’s here today. good ol’ reliable hal. the rest of them had better be back tomorrow. friday’s the final day of the month. just the sort of hiccup we really don’t need right now. we’re oh so close to hitting our goal. “don’t panic.” not yet. i’ve told myself this a half-dozen times today. can’t believe this job has me worrying about this crap but i’ll be damned. it has. i stepped away from my desk. stepped outside to get a quick bit of fresh air. sat on a bench by the entrance & stared up at the sky. thought about just walking away. ignored my brain & went back inside.