I'm Gonna Focus

I'm gonna focus today, I say to myself.  I'm gonna get some work done so that I can go into my busy weekend without fretting as much about returning to work on Monday.  I'm gonna focus today!

First thing I do when I come in is write an email to my students.  This is not work.
Then I had to go on Facebook, because one of my friends wrote me something.  I had to respond. 
Then I got into a Facebook conversation with my friend.  This is not work.
Then I watched a video of a dude playing "Greensleeves" on a recorder.  Not work.
Then I played Hangin' With Friends with my wife.
I love my wife.
This may be the best thing I do all day today.
Hangin' With Wife.
Then I focused up and got on my...
Then the door opened and a flood of screaming, loud, obnoxious children came into my building.
It's Bring Your Child To Work Day today.
I put in my earphones, but the children were still distracting me.
I had to listen to all the stupid things they were saying.
I sit next to the security guard station, and he was showing them how many security cameras there are around the building.
And they all loved it when he showed them a spider that had made a web across the lens of the camera.
And they all loved it when he showed them his gun and told them that he used his gun to keep "mommy and daddy safe".
And they all loved it when the tour guide asked the security guard if he had shot and killed anyone today, and the security guard answered, "Not today.  That was last week."  They loved him loudly.
One co-worker commented, "It gets bigger every year.  Bigger and better."
And the security guard responded, "Yeah.  You know, they really love the little things.  It makes all the difference."
I felt like I had just smoked crack and found some deep meaning in a Saturday Evening Post Norman Rockwell painting, and the Meaning of Life had been revealed to me as spiders and guns.  Fucking.  Deep.
And after the barrage of children, a woman who sits next to me in our open-office work environment got a phone call.
Apparently her pre-teen son punched a girl in the face, giving a black eye to the girl, and then the son kicked a water fountain off the wall.  I got all of this because my co-worker was yelling at her son over the phone.  Lots and lots of yelling.
Then she had to (loudly) leave work to go and get her son from wherever he had kicked a water fountain off the wall.
And when she was gone, I finally got to focu...
Nope... the kids are coming back for some kind of lunch trip to feed the horses outside.
The door in and out of the building is right by my cube.

I.
Hate.
Everyone.

...excluding my wife.  She never counts in my Blanket Statements of Rage...