9:00 AM. ATTITUDE: Optimistic. I wouldn’t kick my present moment experience out of bed, but it better not still be here when I wake up.
ATTITUDE: Extremely positive. I am open like a flower to the present moment experience, even if it smells a little like what it smells like when you smell the inside of an emptied-out vacuum cleaner bag. Just a little. And why shouldn’t I be positive, extremely positive? The coffee has arrived! I can’t be certain about this, but I have a feeling it’s being moved in from another event. The line of green-polyester-vested men delivering it look slightly tired and slightly stained. This is clearly not their first gig of the day. I’m guessing this is not the coffee’s first gig of the day, either.
I asked, and I received. The PowerPoint I created to convince my boss that she should agree to send me to the outer quadrants to do training for two days was entirely unneeded. Apparently the fact I had even bothered to consider making a PowerPoint was enough to show her I wasn’t completely fucking around. This will be my tactic going forward for sure: like a street fighter who picks his teeth ominously with the dagger protruding from his pinkie ring, or a samurai who meaningfully taps the knob of his sword when forces gather against him, I shall carry a highly persuasive PowerPoint presentation at all times on a flash drive in my pocket, and I shall not be afraid to use it.