At some point over the past few days I lost whatever work mojo I had left. I suspected that I was going to be completely sans mojo soon after I got past getting my grades entered – I had heard the forecast for the rest of the week and the words sun and nice were uttered excitedly by the weather forecaster – I knew then it was likely a forgone conclusion that I would be work mojo-less. Yes indeed, my work mojo darn near evaporated before my eyes…it was a vapor cloud that I expelled in one exhale and that quickly dissipated into the atmosphere. Gone – just like that.
Honestly, in the beginning I didn’t really miss it much at all, but now as I near day two without the hint of any work mojo returning I am growing a tish concerned. What am I to do with myself witout my work mojo? I have to say I feel a bit like Austin Powers (a notable movie character who likewise lost his mojo – although he lost a different kind of mojo than I did). Yesterday, I even downloaded Soul Bossa Nova to my iPod…I thought that a bit odd. My search for my mojo could not be nearly as interesting as Austin Powers’ search as no one absconded with my mojo the way Dr. Evil did with Austin Power’s mojo. Who would want my work mojo anyway?
Truth-be-told, I think I may have let my mojo go willingly at the time; but now…well, now I kind of need it back. The work is piling up and the complete lack of ambition is powerless in decreasing the pile. Mojo is required to combat that pile and if it isn’t located soon an excavation team may be needed to dig me out.
So, if you have any idea of where my mojo is, please collect it and return it. A reward is offered – $100 if comes back only midly bruised and as a bonus – a copy of Soul Bossa Nova.
Day three hundred and nineteen of the new forty – obla di obla da