Friday, September 30, 2011
When you're on the South Pole...
the only direction you can go is north. That's what I told my BPF (best para forever) today because some time around lunch, things got little off course and turning a ship around on a Friday is HARD. By the end of the day, I felt a little like Roald Amundsen (except for that I was not trying to get to the pole...it just happened). The great thing about this position is that regardless of how tired I am (my DH said he checked my pulse last night to make sure I hadn't died in my sleep as I didn't move at all for 3 straight hours), it is truly a big puzzle to work. I love puzzles. This weekend, I will most likely consult with my much more experienced colleagues, pick apart every moment of today (and take it back to the drawing board),really try to make my action plan better and get this ship headed away from the penguins.
Written for your enjoyment by Frau M.