The New Sprink-Handled Dorkstoppers Are In!

 I have two inboxes at work.
That’s two different ways in which I can receive input/direction/headaches/notice that I am pitifully behind schedule.
Look.  I know what you’re thinking: Wow – and it is upon this utterance that I imagine you raising your eyebrows appreciatively, maybe giving a low whistle – there’s so much more to that Pearl than just a straight spine and three pairs of practical shoes.
And there, you would be right.  Because while I can suck in my gut and sit up straighter than your mother requires and have fully three pairs of shoes I trust not to slip on ice or give me bunions, there’s just so much more to me.
Like that second inbox at work.
I patrol these inboxes like a drug addict in a darkened tenement hallway, where a light bulb blinks on and off, on and off, dependent on how well I understand the request at either location.  Roughly three months into a position where the people around me speak a geek/pulsating-brain hybrid that I’m slowly picking up, I cruise my inboxes, clicking open requests for the latest in garkfingled fluorsheimers and expectations on when they may expect receipt of the new sprink-handled dorkstopper.
The hours just fly by.
Still.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.  While some may hope that things never change, I personally hope they always will.  I get bored and complacent once I think I “know” things.  Next thing you know, I’m shopping online, randomly “liking” things on Facebook, and making haphazard observations about my skin in the mole vs. freckle realm.
None of which is going to serve me at Performance Review time. 
And so I stopped in to tell you this:  I’m working as fast as I can.  I’m learning as fast as I can.  And I’m doing it all whilst sucking in my gut and sitting up straight.