I’m in a pickle…no not the green kind where I sit in a jar covered in vinegar. I’m in the middle of a rather busy time. Because of this busy time I’m not keeping up with reading posts and commenting and doing all of the things I really love to do. For that I truly apologize. I don’t want you all think I’m ignoring you because I don’t like you or something equally preposterous. Nope, I’ve just got it going on. Wait, I mean I just have a lot going on.
“Busy time,” doesn’t that sound like something a kindergartener would engage in? The teacher could shout out “Molly, it’s time for your Busy Time!” Molly, of course, would try to look very busy. This is excellent training for later life when the boss (hereafter referred to as “he/she”) comes around expecting piles of productivity and it is imperative that Molly look busy…even if she’s not. The boss doesn’t have to know that she’s shopping for capes on Amazon while her very busy-looking spreadsheet is right there at the ready to be popped up when the boss walks by.
You might have some questions about why Molly is buying a cape on Amazon. C’mon, you know that you can find the very best capes there unless you have the money for a custom-made cape. That boss doesn’t pay Molly enough for a custom-made cape so she’s left shopping for one on Amazon and looking very busy while doing so. She needs him/her to think she cares about the work much more than she actually does because he/she doesn’t pay enough for her to really want to BE busy. He/she only pays her enough to LOOK busy.
Wait? That wasn’t the question you had about Molly buying a cape on Amazon? You want to know why Molly was buying a cape at all? That’s simple, silly! She’s just read one of the Harry Potter books. You know the one where he hangs out with his friends and goes up against demons all the while dealing with difficult teachers and meeting other wizards. That sort of stuff. You know the one I mean! In short, as if I could ever make this short, Molly was shopping for a GREEN cape.
Keep in mind that green is the color of a group called Slytherin in Harry Potter’s world. What Molly didn’t realize was that Slytherin folks are supposed to mad for power and ridiculously ambitious. It might occur to you that Molly, the woman who likes to LOOK busy and doesn’t like to BE busy might not fit that Slytherin category. She might not fit into that category, but she liked green. She wasn’t keen on others thinking she was Slytherin but the green cape made her red hair pop!
It just occurred to me that I’ve taken quite some time to go off on this weird tangent to tell you how busy I am. Perhaps this is part of my problem. Other parts of my problem include tearing apart my living room so a tech can reach my phone plug so I can get some very substandard internet service. Still, I rejoice!
Then there’s Walter. He keeps me busy from morning to night. I have a whole post started on the most recent of Walter’s shenanigans, but today he hit one of his many, truly unbelievable feats:
He found crayons.
He ate crayons.
He is now pooping rainbows.