The Office Is Closed

I've played office today. That means I've sat at my desk at home and attempted to be productive. I think I started out with a billion emails, now I have 19. Is this a success? Well, it depends on how well my brain is working today. Considering I wouldn't open the door for Marcos, my landscaper, this doesn't bode well. Like, the check was clearly under the mat. Doesn't he know he's scary and part of the outside world today?

So down to 19 emails. Some of these required follow-up calls. These I clearly needed to leave alone for another day, but I figured if the outside world was scary, the phone couldn't be that bad. No. I can barely task. Multitask is out of the question.

Every simple introduction was exactly the same, even though I begged my brain not to say it one more time to one more representative at one more company. "Hi, I think I'm probably dreaming right now, but..." And then I'd launch into my problem. Forgivable, maybe, if I'd stuck to big companies with call centers, but I also called my dentist.

Just like the day after the accident, my back hurts like hell, my is head swimming. When I decide to play office again, it'll be on timed increments. There's no way I'll get out of this without a migraine later. But it was kind of nice being a grownup this morning, even if no one is paying me.