An Adult Snow Day and the Power of Wishful Thinking

21 Aug

On Friday, the most magical thing happened to me.  

Magical like unicorns.  Like leprechauns and Imaginationland and psychedelically-colored puppies.

It was epic and beautiful.

I was feeling strange Friday morning.   I didn’t feel like going to work, didn’t want to spend money on coffee to make it less bearable, and didn’t really want to do anything once I got there.

Let’s be clear: I never feel like going to work.  But most days I can just flick a switch in my brain that puts me on autopilot, which lets me skyrocket through my to-do list with such speed and strength that I entirely forget to take a lunch.  That usually lasts until about 4pm, when I realize I’m a human being, not a monster, and I have feelings and hopes and dreams and I shouldn’t be confined to a desk and walls and carpet and darkness.

But then I only have an hour to go before I’m liberated and an hour is quite palatable.

Friday, however, was an anomaly.   I showed up at work in the morning already completely uninterested.   By 9am I was working at a snail pace, by 10am I was annoyed by my list of to-do’s, and by 11am I went for lunch.  When I returned at 12, I mused online with a coworker over how I wished we could all just go home.  I talked of liberty – of  freedom – of glory.

By 12:15 I was back to staring at my to-do list, completely uninspired to-do any of them.  

As time dragged on, screeching to an almost-hault just before 1pm I honestly began to wonder if I would be a better use of company money by going outside and getting ice cream.  Because quite frankly, at least then I would’ve been doing something with a measurable outcome.  At almost 1:00 on the dot, a colleague popped in my office to let me know that due to the terrible storm we had earlier that day (I wouldn’t know – I’m held captive in a windowless cave), the building was flipping to the emergency generator and would have enough power for lights only.   Without a computer, I can do nothing.  Which meant I had to go home.

I singlehandedly was responsible for the shutdown of our building through the power of wishful thinking.

Well, that and thanks to Our Lord God and Savior, who obviously saw that I was on the verge of a stroke from stress and unhappiness and decided to make it overwhelmingly obvious to me that I needed to slow down and breathe.  Deeply.

And breathe deeply I did.  Because the power to the elevators was cut and I dwell on the top floor of a very tall building.  And because I was elated.  Absolutely, truly, elated.

Perhaps when I return on Monday, I shall scribble a few key words onto a post-it note to remind me of the experience and prominently display it on my monitor for times when I feel trapped in my windowless cave. 

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10 Responses to “An Adult Snow Day and the Power of Wishful Thinking”

  1. misswhiplash August 21, 2011 at 11:16 am #

    I reckon you need a change of job..how can you put up with working in a room with no window?
    Have a look and see what’s about. It could change your life

    love from Patrecia

  2. Neeka August 21, 2011 at 11:46 am #

    AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! NO WINDOW????
    Funny post!

  3. whatimeant2say August 21, 2011 at 1:05 pm #

    Can you direct some of your amazing power my way?

  4. wordsweneversaid August 21, 2011 at 4:25 pm #

    *blink*

    They make you work in a room with no window??!

    No wonder your job depresses you Jackie – that is enough to make me cry.

    New job maybe? (I know it isn’t that easy – but maybe something will find you)

    M.L.

  5. thesinglecell August 21, 2011 at 8:13 pm #

    I didn’t know you worked in a sensory deprivation chamber, too! I’m in a basement. Also with no windows. It can make you forget your own name. I can’t believe you made it this long without a day like the one you had Friday! Hmm, I wonder what I could do with the power of my mind… *grunts* Nope. He’s still here.

  6. Doctor42 August 21, 2011 at 10:41 pm #

    My office doesn’t have a window either. It also shares a wall with the factory plant, where they decided to place a steel perforator. A steel perforator makes tiny little holes in steel. Think — a paper hole-puncher, but noisier & 300 times a minute for hours at a time… Not sure where I’m going with this, except to say that I sympathize with the windowless ennui that gets to the best of us & that I’m jealous of your ability to will storms into doing your bidding. 🙂

    Nhi

  7. Bridgesburning Chris King August 22, 2011 at 12:27 am #

    Gotta love snow days and Leprechans!

  8. veehcirra August 22, 2011 at 7:08 am #

    LoL thats amazing, your thoughts literally came alive when your wish to go home was granted. very interesting post.

  9. pegoleg August 22, 2011 at 1:51 pm #

    The power is strong in this one.

    Who knows – maybe this week you’ll get some other natural disaster. Gotta think positive!

    • Jackie August 28, 2011 at 2:01 pm #

      I’ve always wanted to be a Jedi Master. I’m glad to see it’s coming along well.

      And as it turns out, I got a Hurricane but I sent it to the wrong location.

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