Motivation

Today started out on the wrong note when I experienced a time anomaly.  Since I can't trust my watch to stay focused on time during the night, I rely on my wearable device.  The company who manufactures my wearable has refused to even entertain the idea of providing sponsorship to AcMo, so I refuse to mention their name or any of their products.  I can tell you that this is my second one as the first failed in spectacular fashion, and that the company has discontinued manufacturing these devices.  This particular model has never been recalled for causing skin allergies or for failing after being worn in the shower.  That's all I can say without naming it.  Back to the start of my morning shenanigans, I set my watch last night after re-entering my current time zone, but I forgot to set my wearable. I awoke this morning and I thought I had an extra hour of sleep available as a result.

I missed three meetings this morning, and almost slept through my first scheduled test drive.  I was fortunate to make it to breakfast at all.  I didn't care about those meetings because meetings are a waste of time and I don't even pay attention during them anyway.  This is going to be the day of threes though.  I can feel it.

We reinforced all of our glass after Fred's mishaps, but I doubt other birds have realized that yet.  Of course they haven't.  They wouldn't try to fly through the glass if they knew it would kill them.  Much to my surprise, one of the events that caused me to get out of bed was the dull thud of a bird striking our reinforced glass.  It was a slow bird, so the damage was superficial to--the bird--the window is fine.  That was followed by two additional bird strikes while I was trying to enjoy my breakfast.  I am surprised these birds are hungry enough to try to fly into AcMo to steal my breakfast.  None of the birds were peregrine falcons, so they weren't able to carry enough speed to break through the glass, but something is up.  I missed a lunch time meeting because I hadn't realized that one of the birds had in fact killed itself by bouncing off the reinforced window.  The burial ceremony ran long because Fred insisted on delivering the eulogy for a bird he didn't even know.  Since Fred is the franchise, he gets to do what he wants.  I have no idea what he said, but it was a moving ceremony.

The whole day was always going to be a mess because I had trouble summoning enough motivation to even get out of bed after the past four days of testing.  There is nothing like being at the track and pushing a customer's car to its fullest potential without having to worry about breaking it or possible repair costs.  That rush doesn't last forever though.  If I could just figure out a way to bottle it...

Since my motivation needed a complete system recharge, I started reading about the methods some successful people have utilized to maintain their motivation.  In several instances, it was later determined that the motivation was entirely of a pharmaceutical nature.  That won't fly at AcMo.  All of that reading made me wonder why I torture myself by reading so much, but it also made me wonder if part of successful motivation is the result of fostering some level of delusion. Sometimes people are right when they say you can't do something. I wonder if motivation to prove them wrong bolsters the delusional belief that you are capable of doing more than you actually can.  I came across this quote attributed to Steve Martin, “I have learned there is no harm in charging oneself up with delusions between moments of valid inspiration”.  Where he and I differ is that I am always between moments of valid inspiration, so I can't be sure if I've overcharged the delusional buffer or not.  I view inspiration as a counterpart to motivation.

Delusional thinking is a foundation of the AcMo culture and integral to our continued operation, so I hope I'm right about the motivation and inspiration parts.  If not, there could be troubling times approaching.  I always have plenty available, except for today.  Supplies are running low due to a mixup with the purchasing department.  I was motivated all weekend, but now that I've dropped back into the office, I struggle with finding the point.  Yeah, space exploration is cool and all that, but what are we really going to win when we put a bird in space?  Staring at the same customer cars for months on end while not working on them gets old after a few weeks.  Creating revenue streams is great, but after doing it for so long, it seems like the same old pattern repeating itself.  I need a new source to motivate and inspire AcMo.

We are going to need a radical overhaul now that we've removed a large portion of our workforce, we won't be receiving our syndication checks, and our stolen money is still inside Omnicron Corp.'s headquarters.  I still haven't received confirmation as to why they started this war with us in the first place.  They're probably mad because we're so fast.  Perhaps bringing Snob Duben back into the AcMo family is the answer to our current issues, but that decision is fraught with complexities that are difficult to comprehend.

I don't know what action AcMo will take, but I do know it is going to happen soon.  Maybe we'll just launch a surprise strike on Omnicron Corp. and see what happens after that.