The clock is ticking, time is slipping away.
The monstrous deadline is looming and you are two steps behind.
Do you crumble at the thought of a pending deadline, or do you excel and thrive in it? When life throws you a bucket full of insurmountable odds do you sweet it out or throw in the towel? Are you able to put your nose to the grindstone and forsake self to attain that golden ring?
I like to think that I am an overachiever in this department. I champion teetering on the edge of failure. I spend what feels like the majority of my days dancing on the finite line between glory and my own demise. I flirt with catastrophe at every turn and enjoy the challenge, the exhilaration, and the sense of overwhelming accomplishment when I do achieve that distant goal and in some way, makes it all worthwhile.
My day job is spent running to and fro, appeasing the powers that be and a mountain of unseen clients — clients whom I have never met nor spoken to, but somehow they control every moment of my daily life. They are able to direct my functionality without even knowing it. They push for things faster and faster. When there seems to be a glimmer of light reaching out from the end of the tunnel far off in the distance, they are able to throw one more curve ball that inevitably destroys any progress I have made.
On the upside, an eight-hour shift seems to fly by in a matter of moments. There is no need or desire for coffee or lunch breaks. No need to use the restroom or have a “smoke break”. When time is your bitter enemy, these things only become nuisances rather than welcomed diversions.
Given a choice, I would prefer to dwell in my own private chaos rather than be bored to stitches while hearing the pounding of the clock resonate across a dormant room.
The silence is deafening, and the immobility is excruciating. I have to move. I have to be doing three, four, or seven things at once.
And when the day comes to an end and I am able to lay my weary head on my pillow, I know that I gave it my all. I accomplished more than most thought possible.
I came, I conquered, and now I'm going to bed, as soon as I finish these few last things.