I hate spiders. Did you hear me? I HATE spiders. Of course as it always goes... what you hate will haunt you. I am being haunted by spiders today. I arrived at my office this morning and entered through the rear door. After walking in I was caught off guard by a small web that brushed across my face. Just enough to get a chill down my spine. I wiped it off an continued to my office. Of course my body was a bit itchy from just knowing that I walked into a web. So about 45 minutes later I am sitting at my desk well into my rendering project and I feel a little tickle on my arm. So I lift up my arm and what do I see but a little eight legged demon emerging from my shirt sleeve. This thing was about to eat me. It was the size of my coffee mug. I saw its huge fangs open up and I heard it screech, "be still... you won't feel a thing." and it stood on its back legs and fire flew from its eyes and...
...ok... ...so it was only about the size of a dime but still... it freaked me out. I slapped my arm so hard it hurt. I still have the red hand print to show for. I killed it. Dead. But, that still did not solve my problem. I am now even more itchy and uncomfortable than ever!! Every follicle of hair is now a spider. Every brush of fabric from my shirt or pants in an eight legged freak! This sucks. I have a meeting in about an hour and I just know that my client is going to look at me like I have turrets or some kind of muscle spasm disorder. Maybe he'll think I escaped rehab to manage his project. "Great". He thinks, "I get the emotionally unstable project manager, I knew there was a catch to that low price". Urrrgg... I have chills as if I were back in Buffalo. I know there has got to be a great analogy here about the distractions in our life, or how something so small can change the way you present yourself, or defeating the enemy... or something like that, but, I don't care about getting deep with this... I just want it go away.
...my coworkers are laughing at me...
...thanks guys. I appreciate your support.
...ok... ...so it was only about the size of a dime but still... it freaked me out. I slapped my arm so hard it hurt. I still have the red hand print to show for. I killed it. Dead. But, that still did not solve my problem. I am now even more itchy and uncomfortable than ever!! Every follicle of hair is now a spider. Every brush of fabric from my shirt or pants in an eight legged freak! This sucks. I have a meeting in about an hour and I just know that my client is going to look at me like I have turrets or some kind of muscle spasm disorder. Maybe he'll think I escaped rehab to manage his project. "Great". He thinks, "I get the emotionally unstable project manager, I knew there was a catch to that low price". Urrrgg... I have chills as if I were back in Buffalo. I know there has got to be a great analogy here about the distractions in our life, or how something so small can change the way you present yourself, or defeating the enemy... or something like that, but, I don't care about getting deep with this... I just want it go away.
...my coworkers are laughing at me...
...thanks guys. I appreciate your support.
