The TIme Clock Dragon

I haven't written here in ages... fact is I haven't composed anything anywhere for longer than I like to admit, even to myself. Life has demanded things from me that often use up more energy than I have to spare, but soon I hope to have a firmer hold on all things within my reach. This small effort is in itself an opening of a beloved door, and a lingering glance into the place where my soul will forever reside.
I love the irony of life, even when it's kicking my ass... and well lately I've certainly been on the boot-tip end of the equation. What makes it worse is the fact that every kick is powered in intensity by my own actions... or lack thereof. Tripping over a ball you drop in your own path just isn't any kind of fun, and when you're part of a team that multiplies the negatives.
I'm doing my best, at work, to master the various tasks set before me, yet the one that should be the very easiest of all has evolved into the hardest. I mean how difficult is it to remember to clock in and out for breaks and lunch? Apparently it's not as simple as the directions imply, because this woman, who has faced and conquered so many obstacles, is creating issues where there should be none.
It's not negotiable; no amount of pressure will bend it to fit my behavior. I haven't a clue why something so important to the powers that be, and so stressful to me isn't simply a dragon quite easily slain. What I do know, though, is that if I don't kill the beast... it may very well end up killing me.
Soooo... tonight I ordered a watch with an alarm. I searched for one that worked like a shock collar then perhaps in a few days I'd be properly break and lunch trained, but I settled for what was available. I'd much rather look like an big idiot, beeping every two hours than look even a little bit unemployed.
I love my job and adore my teammates; success there is more important than I could ever hope to explain, so my task is set... all that remains is its mastering. Many beasts have tried to devoured me... I just cannot for the life of me imagine getting chewed and spit out by a time clock. Once I have my foot firmly on this dragons ugly neck, I'll reclaim my space here and renew my efforts to get one novel published, another edited, another finished, and another begun... but for now the dragon owns me, it seems!!!