As in, taking refuge.
Folks have slowly dropped off my Skype feeds.
A few people have waved the white flag my way to say they're heading home to start the weekend early.
A few people are using the "working from home line", not realizing that it's a euphemism that works better for some than others (1).
And I, of course, am puttering around in my blog, because I'm trying very hard to get back into the mindset of the work I need to do today.
Yesterday ended poorly with BIG, and my response has been the kind of mental frustration that saps your attention and leads you to rail angrily about the fact that someone wants you to feel nervous for what might happen to their $600K annual take.
Which you can feel is more or less fair. That's the beauty of things.
But digging out of these mental ditches is nothing short of a drag. My best laid plans are sitting there, staring at me from my to do list. My body quite literally feels physically exhausted. My brain is bouncing from one thing to another. My motivation has been shot to nothing. The rest of the day is stretching out in front of me like a deserted stretch of highway.
I'm writing phrases like "deserted stretch of highway".
And I'm starting to wonder where it is that I can go to hide out from the world.
When everyone else is heading for the hills, where do you go if you're already there?
1. If I've been waiting for something from you since yesterday, when it was to be turned over to me by the mysterious COB, and I still don't have it...what you call "working from home" I read as "staying home to watch the last episode of All My Children."