Then the storm came. Poseidon unleashed his managerial fury as a whirlwind of proposals, deadlines, proofreading and revisions were upon me. Everyone swam by my desk, giving me something new to add or something old to delete as I tried to stay afloat. The deadline was fast approaching (and yet, strangely, not fast enough?) and the storm would be over soon, but would we all make it through? Would everything be finished on time? Uncertainty reigned as the winds of (format) change blew ever stronger, battering me from all sides. And just as we all gasped to take a breath, the sun broke through. The storm had passed and all our work was complete. Oh glorious day!
So now I return to my life of tranquility and, to some extent, ennui. The activity around me is starting to pick up again. There are clients to meet and sales to be made. But not for me. My desk remains a gently bobbing boat in a turbulent sea. Oh, there is the occasional gust of work that blows my way; a small proposal here, an official letter there. Mostly though, the sky remains clear and the forecast sunny.