We’re going to make a schedule that is ridiculously, meticulously, obsessively detailed, considering neither human nature nor the entropy of the universe even perfunctorily when determining its plausibility. We will then treat any deviation whatsoever from the schedule—irrespective of its actual, measurable impact—as a complete fucking catastrophe. Said deviation will require the total destruction of everyone’s good mood for the rest of the week, and generate minor negative mood influences for the rest of the month.
Everybody have fun, though.
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Uh, oh. Who’s got a stick up his/her ass?
Oh, that’s me. 12 years ago. 🙂
Oh. I thought you had started holiday shopping early.
Yeah, I heard that it was your inflexible schedule that made you leave your job at the company where we met. I was astounded not only that someone would do such a thing because of some schedule he’d made up for himself, but also because someone actually knew what he wanted, knew he wanted it by, and actually did something about it. I still don’t know what or when or anything about what I’m going to do when I grow up. I just wander aimlessly through each day, doing my duty, but not really living a dream of any kind. Pathetic, really.