When I was in University, my best friend’s stepfather used to compare her and I to engineers on Star Trek. Three days before a deadline, convinced we could never do it, we would panic…
Sir! There’s no possible way we can outrun them! If I reroute the main power sources from the shields to the generators and run us on half-impulse mode we might be able to buy a few minutes, but it’s a one in a million chance…
Translate that into non-Trekkie speech:
There is no way we’re ever going to finish this paper /project in time, I’m going to flunk the class/get fired/disappoint myself [insert guilt trip on self here] but wait what if I…
And we would, much to our surprise, always pass – usually with decent grades (okay, on my part it was always with ‘decent’ grades, on Silver’s part it was usually with flying colours, which aggravated me to no end and she knows that).
These days, I find the analogy has once again become extremely apt. Only instead of a term paper I’m worrying about? Under a month to complete two final sections worth of manual inventory (including Foreign Language and Reference, the two that are the slowest going), while in the middle of a Grand World Voyage with limited working hours and a new computer process in which we are still working out the occasional glitch…
*sigh*
One section to go, one massive reference section, containing all the hardcover oversized art books. The challenge here is now whether or not I have the strength in my arms, and the strength of will not to get distracted by ‘the Complete Works of Leonardo Da Vinci” (being a bibliophile working in a library does have it’s downsides)
*cracks her knuckles ominously*
One to beam up Scotty…