They Can't All Be Winners

Today's change is so pathetically, wretchedly boring, I won't, I repeat, I will not publish the coma-inducing details. It's a work thing. In fact, it is the one aspect of my job that, had I faith in the Norse gods, I would call on Thor to wield his hammer and fire down a Nordic lightning bolt from the heights of Valhalla to strike this useless exercise right between the glockenspiel and straight down to H-E-Single hockey stick. It's one of those jobs that management tells you is meaningful, important, and vital, but every fiber of your being will testify to the fact that it is the single biggest waste of time in the vast sea of trivial corporate vanity.

It sucks. But today, I've decided to go ahead and do it the way the demons of office bureaucracy intended when they originally spawned this soul-sucking happy meal of ennui. There. That's it. That's the big change.

But let me tell you something, embarking on a change-a-day adventure is risky business. First of all, there is seemingly no limit to the number of things I could or should change in my life. That's real encouraging. But I'm used to that. No biggie. The other sad fact is that I have no intention of continuing these changes. I didn't work that into the plan. So I might make 29 changes this month, and spend all of March reverting back to my old ways.

Still, that's okay. If even one of these changes sticks, I'll consider the experiment a success. If I don't end up changing a thing . . . ha, well, maybe success is a change I'm not ready for.