Resignation

Damn time.  Damn wriggly fluid-like thing.  It never ceases to amaze me how it can change its shape and size.  And how its elasticity is entirely unpredictable except for these truths - deadlines and pleasure are voracious; boredom pushes hours around the dinner plate of life like an unwanted Brussels sprout.  For a gleeful moment this afternoon, I actually thought I had a little bit more than I needed.  Of course, it was cruel illusion.  As quickly as I cleared a task, two more replaced it, as soon as one person was answered, three more appeared with questions and replies to email spawned Hydra-like responses.  In the end I could do just one thing.  Leave.  It’s not like I’ll lose any of those outstanding things - they’ll still be waiting for me when return to my desk.  Phew.