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swan_towerI can't decide which Herculean labor is the right metaphor for the battle I've been waging for several days now, against the backlog in all of my major e-mail accounts.
Candidate A: Cerberus. There are three accounts, after all, so it's kind of like dealing with a three-headed monster.
Candidate B: the Hydra. Because every time I think I've made progress toward defeating one of the accounts, it sprouts new heads/new e-mails to attack me again.
Candidate C: the Augean Stables. Shoveling endless mounds of shit, and feeling like I'll never be done.
This post brought to you by the forty or so e-mails I dealt with yesterday, and the fact that today's schedule has prevented me from dealing with any more, which just ensures that tomorrow's battle will be harder.
Candidate A: Cerberus. There are three accounts, after all, so it's kind of like dealing with a three-headed monster.
Candidate B: the Hydra. Because every time I think I've made progress toward defeating one of the accounts, it sprouts new heads/new e-mails to attack me again.
Candidate C: the Augean Stables. Shoveling endless mounds of shit, and feeling like I'll never be done.
This post brought to you by the forty or so e-mails I dealt with yesterday, and the fact that today's schedule has prevented me from dealing with any more, which just ensures that tomorrow's battle will be harder.
