February 4, 2003
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YBCW's been in a bit of a funk lately. The kind where everything is taken personally and NOone has their head on straight...(incl me, btw--I'm occasionally delusional--but not a Cleopatra...)
What I really need is some serious, significant downtime. As a PM, though, the projects dictate the tempo and 'stepping out'. And projects, like precocious children, have a knack for tipping the jam jar and teepee-ing the cat just when you were sure they'd settled in for their nap. No rest for the wicked.
I can tell it's not just me. Some serious Mistral Wind has got everyone in a fidgety, subdued uproar...
See that? Yeah..."whoooosh, mutter, murmur....Roarrrrrr.....whisper, tickle...siiiiIIGhhhh......" Mistral Wind. It makes people edgy. Antsy. Anxious. It creates funny pressure fronts that drive you stark raving mad...
In Southern France where the seasonal Mistral Winds blow, assaults and murders and general mayhem goes through the roof during Mistrals. Smart money gets the hell out of Dodge or hunkers and bunkers down.
But, when you are the designated "Safe Harbor", the "Shelter from the Storm" girl...Well, that puts a kink in the garden hose, now doesn't it? Cause while you're looking for the exit sign or cellar door, there is an influx of refugees and outflux of emigrees creating even more eddies and currents in the Astral Winds...
Schhaaah! It's like the '12 Days of Crisis' around here:
...Seven neurotic girlfriends/Six internal meetings...Fivvve days to payyyy....Fo-ur 'rents and In-laws/Three birthdays...Two-o business trips...and one husband who's losing his minnnnnd!
Well, it's not always easy. This too shall pass. [Insert any other annoying platitude here]...
The Mistral also blows in change...One tricky part is letting it happen...You can get pretty attached to some of that chaff that goes whisking away, dancing in little dust devils along the road to who knows where.
The trickier part is knowing when it's topsoil that's blowing in that wind...See, if you've got good soil, you've got everything...but when things have been dry, and a Mistral's on the way, you'd better have been opening the irrigation and keeping that good stuff nice and soaking wet. Better, even, if that soil's got roots and good stuff growing all over to hold it where it is...If you don't? When all has come and gone your fields are barren hard pan and you ain't got squat.
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Okay, this whole blog made me think of that movie, "Chocolat" and the woman who leaves when the wind blows.
It made me think of a completely incompetent coworker I had once upon a time... We modified the 12 Days of Xmas to the 12 Days of M-----. Come to think of it, I was just discussing this with a coworker yesterday... We don't remember the whole song, but there was something about 5 deer in the headlight looks. And a mop bucket with a missing wheel.
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