Feast or Famine

Why is it feast or famine around here? I run, scramble, and otherwise generally wreck my personal life to get things done for this project and now...I have nothing to do. I offloaded my other project to one of the 9zillion interns, and she's doing great with it, so I don't have the heart to take it back, but now...I have nothing to do. I shouldn't complain. I know this. I know soon enough I will scrambling around and generally unhappy about he zillions of hours I am working constantly but sheesh...couldn't some decent planning avoid this whole rollercoaster-esque method of operation?

On the up side, seems like no one else is really working today either. There's a lot of jocularity in the hallways and banter being hollered from office to office, so...I don't feel too badly.

In a side related note...I miss cubes. Strange, I realize, but in some respects they really did encourage comraderie. Yes, they lack privacy, blah blah blah. Have you seen how thin these walls are? Our PM just had a lengthy speakerphone conversation with the customer with his door shut...I heard every word they both said. There is no more privacy with offices, just the illusion of it. And maybe that's the difference...but I miss being able to toss things over the cube walls at people and just generally chatter at them while we worked. Maybe I just had unique situations where I was surrounded by fun people. Dunno. All I know is that offices are like little isolation chambers and they contribute to the fun-sucking qualities of work. Guess I'm more social than I generally think I am.