Eye on the prize.
I've arrived at that plateau where everything looks the same without regard to direction and time has no meaning. Days of work with little sleep and more to come... that's my shizzle. I will be glad when I'm done with this and can spend some time at home. It's ironic... I have so much I want to write on my way to the keyboard, but when I sit down, I become lazy, unmotivated, and find myself at a loss for words. This morning, after a long night of serious network migration work, I am dealing with all the people bitching and complaining about the necessary outages that happen when this type of evolution goes down... the very same people that approved and bought into the outages that they are unsettled about. Corporate politics suck. Amazing how much people forget when they sleep.
Eye on the prize. Beautiful.
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