The Lollipop Guild

Scheduler, Scheduler, Sched, Sched, Scheduler, Scheduler…ba boom boom boom.  She wasn’t sure when she got the tune of “Lollipop” stuck in her head, but it was all she could think about now as she canceled and rescheduled, recanceled and re-rescheduled.  Some of these meetings had been going in a cancellation-reschedule circle for the entire two years she had worked in the office.  It was beginning to slowly drive her crazy.  Nothing was ever completed, checked off, finished, kaput, done, results rendered.  She had 18-month old Post-its on her desk that she longed to throw away, but a primal urge inside of her refused to let her consider an open task totally complete.  This must be what her circle of hell would look like – rather than pushing a boulder up a hill, she was doomed to reschedule the same appointments each day, only to have them all pushed back at 4:58pm, thus ensuring she would spend her entire next day doing the same thing.  She wondered if there were a medication she could take to make her not care whether things were followed up – anti-depressants tended to make her brother unable to complete anything, so maybe that would help her get through her days as well.  If things just began slipping off the sides of the plate, would anyone notice?  Lollipop, lollipop, oh, lolli, lollipop, lollipop – and BEEP, there was another email cancellation.  She lifted her finger and quickly pressed delete before she could talk herself out of it.  The relief was immediate and more intense than even the most flavorful lollipop.