If I get hit by a bus, my replacement now has a brief document outlining the steps necessary to get a new client on-board with Hell's Own Software. I called it, "12-Step" because I always wanted to invent my own twelve-step program.

I amuse me sometimes. (Well, mostly.)

No one asked me to write it up, but I'm a compulsive documenter.

Also...any writing is better than no writing.

The SEN rewrites continue apace. I didn't enjoy doing them quite as much last night as I did on Sunday (it's almost impossible to overestimate the effect sunshine has on me, versus darkness*), but I still enjoyed them.

It's not out of the question that I'll rewrite the entire story from a different POV.

Bossyboots continues his descent into UltimateDorkdom by ignoring e-mails and not documenting customer calls but today I'm indifferent to his idiocy. I'm trying a new policy of not wasting valuable hours of my limited lifespan in contemplating anyone so unworthy of my attention. (Haven't seen him yet this week anyhow. It's probably cynical of me to associate his absence with the pile of mailing labels he promised me for Monday morning.)

Yesterday morning, I realized that Friday morning's reconfiguration of the phone system resulted in every, single, inbound call being dumped into my voicemail. I procrastinate about dealing with problems sometimes, but I had that one fixed in ninety seconds.

Buehler was out yesterday, meeting people off-site, leaving me a luxuriously quiet office in which to get quite a surprising amount of work done.

At the moment, I'm on a conference call. It's tricky, because our phones went down and we all had to use our cell phones. So I don't have a "mute" button and I have to type very carefully.

Today's noontime product demo, scheduled with a woman who has scheduled and cancelled three times before, was cancelled. Also, she called up to ask what it was all about...something I think she'd have been better off asking before she scheduled the first meeting, but what do I know.

I have to really focus at work this week. I figure I have about eight working days left to get through to people before crowded holiday schedules and holiday vacations put a stop to all progress until after the first of the year.

This is me...focusing via blog. (It's a Zen thing.)

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* I've decided to blame what appears to be my unusual sensitivity to SAD this year to the Impending Change.** I find it disturbing that today, the back of my mind is full of yesterday's sunshine pouring over my writing desk, while every day last week, I sat here in bright sunshine with the back of my head full of the darkness encircling the tiny island of light that I was writing in, in the evenings.

This disturbs me for many reasons. For one thing, it indicates that while I'm sitting here, drawing far too high a salary for the work I actually do, my brain is convinced that "reality" exists at my writing desk and nowhere else.

For another, it.... Ummm.

I'm sure there was something else. I appear to have forgotten what it was***, but I think The One Who Shares Living Space with me maybe shouldn't have pooh-poohed my thought of getting a full-spectrum light.

Does anyone know anything about those? I mean, is it just a kind of light bulb you can buy or does it require special fixtures or fittings?

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** My doctor assures me that this is not, as I had thought, fifteen or twenty years early. My hot flashes assure me that I am, yes, proceeding apace with the process. I am not amused by this. I thought you had to be sixty or sixty-five for this to happen. I was quite surprised to find out that it can happen, and still be considered "normal" almost any time after a woman is 40. Surprised, but not pleased.

*** I forget things sometimes. I blame the Impending Change. So far, the I.C. is also responsible for occasional bouts of surliness, my inability to walk across a room without tripping, and my disinclination to get out of bed on Monday mornings. (Based on that last one, the I.C. has been I. my whole life.)