No Virus In My Head


I have a big database upgrade scheduled. I’ve been planning this database upgrade for four months. When I’ve pictured the Upgrade Day I’ve always pictured myself in the office, holding court at my desk, answering questions, probably in my black jacket and gold turtleneck and new gold pants. (Yes, I planned what I would wear. I think that should be on project plans. Microsoft Project should have an area on Gantt charts for “Ensemble.”)

So, as the day nears, I find that when I make plans / worry / fantasize about the big day I still picture myself at the office, just as I have for months. Of course, I won’t be in the office, I will be at home, oblivious to everyone’s discontent or praise. It’s just hard to shift gears.

I had a similar experience this morning when I bought tickets for the next online Steven Page concert. The web site said something like “concert at 4: doors open at 3:00.” And I actually thought, “I should get there at 3: I want a good seat.” And of course, it’s a concert on Zoom. My seat is my guest bed. It won’t matter if I come early.

I feels terrible for all the brides who planned their weddings for years and then had to adjust their dreaming at the last minute. The should all get free do-over weddings.


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