TFI Friday…Oh, it’s Tuesday
FYI, it’s day three of a one day pow wow,
via an all-hands to the pump conference call,
with space and sufficient time built in as standard
for conflabs or face-to-face break-out huddle-ups,
but IRL, I’ve finally finished workshopping
my life choices across whiteboards, neon Post-its
and A3 sheets of paper. The colour-coding
has run riot. I’m thinking these collated options
need their own away day to further reduce
—or grow—my segmentations depending on where
the office winds blow and how fair exchange rates
settle down this fiscal quarter. Now this could’ve been
a BTW email, but the meeting’s take out
was a shift to an Agile work/hybrid model
—part desk jockey, part WFH, the balance
remains fluid, though it’s edged towards TBC.
My week one KPIs have been set in stone:
catch the sight of a smile from my wife and/or child,
grab half a snatched chance to eat at the same table
together twice a week by EOW. I’m tired.
Where would we be without stretch targets? They’re sky high
contributors to success stories, so I’ve pushed
for my Bento Box and steel travel coffee mug
to be cleaned then packed ahead of the watershed.
I want to have washed my hands of this long before
I’m washed out. The Tl;dr is tomorrow confirms
it’s same shit, new day. FWIW, we go again.
Mindfulness
(For Margot & Dusty, but mainly for me)
Look, I’m not exactly Saint Kevin
and his bloody blackbird, and I’m sure
I read on one of my late-night doom scrolls
that cat’s purrs have healing properties
at specific frequencies. Clearly,
it would be cruelty to disturb
the two dozing kittens sprawled between
my arm and the settee’s high-rise side
like bridges made of Vantablack fur.
Their scratty flex tails are flickering
out of time with the inner-rumblings
they’re trying to master. It’s Sod’s law,
nothing is within reach. Just my luck,
there’s the remotest chance of reaching
the remote, though I can’t tap temples
or start a draft on a scrunched receipt
gently pulled from a trouser pocket
as if playing advanced Operation (™).
There’s little option left but to pause
and listen for what the universe
is saying loud and clear—albeit
sotto voce, lest we wake them both.
How will I accept the feedback?
This is what should be playing on my mind.