You will be happy to know that I accomplished much today. Of course, all that was accomplished was done in the name of made up projects in a poorly acted play where all the characters run around doing absurd things to make themselves feel important.
Rule #1 in fake business: The more you seem frantically out of breath within the work environment, the more praise will be written into the boss character's portion of the script on your behalf.
But still...
If success is measured in playing a role well and completing inane tasks at breakneck speed, resulting in said frantic out of breathiness, then today I stand atop the heap with a gold star on my chest, panting heavily. That being said, the entire day was exactly like being in a dream where you are acutely aware that it is a dream. Logic is defied and absurdity reigns supreme, but you come to terms with the nonsense because you are fully aware of the fiction unfolding before your very eyes.
Even after two-hundred and forty-one days of deployments, I find it somehow amusing that hand jazzing is the most normal, routine aspect of my day. When everything except Jazz Hands is absurd, it's either a sad state of affairs, or a sign that I've finally found a certain comfort level with throwing my arms in the air and wiggling my hands about like a fool.
I've always been something of a fool, it's just that this hand jazzing resolution thing has helped me own it. Jazz Hands has become my newfound baseline for normal. The byproduct of this resolution bestowed upon me via popular vote, is me pushing the outer limits of my comfort zone, and now that this comfort level is unbreachable via standard hand jazzing, tonight's Jazz Hands will be done...with my feet. Since my day was defined by absurdity and nonsense, I may as well embrace it and end this marathon of backward logic with a hearty foot jazzing.
Today's Jazz Feet are utterly ridiculous.
Day two-hundred and forty-one complete.
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