So my knack for procrastination has finally caught up with me in a terrible way.

Without going in to too many details, I learned that some information I had based a decision upon was inaccurate. When the new information came to my attention, I intended to deal with it immediately, but was unable to do so. I wanted to handle face-to-face with my boss and it just wasn't possible when it first came to light. So I went about my business.

Fast forward two weeks. The situation is brought to my attention again through another source and I still had not acted on it. Now it looks REALLY, REALLY bad that I failed to correct the situation sooner.

Now I'm stuck in a position, where it could look to others like I never intended to act on the new information. Unfortunately, the simple truth is, I forgot about it because it really didn't seem like the top thing on the list of priorities.

It turns out now that it should have been THE top thing on the list of priorities.

Depending on how a series of conversations goes on Monday morning, I could be in the job market in a relatively short period of time.

Presentations suck. I hate attending them, especially one's that contain the word "networking."

What I hate even more than sitting and watching and, yes, even mingling--I mean networking, is presenting.

I had to give about a 30 minute presentation and hold a question and answer session to a large group of people today.

By large I mean more than two.

Actually there were probably close to 30 people attending.

I have to do the same thing tomorrow.

I'm hoping tomorrow I won't speak so fast that I run out of breath and have to periodically gasp for air.

March has arrived and I still don't have a cho dan paper that I'm satisfied with.

I was making progress a few weeks ago. In fact, for awhile my paper was sitting on the bed side table and I'd write and edit a bit each night.

Then I lost my motivation, again. I went a couple of nights without doing any writing or editing. The paper wound up getting covered by some other reading materials.

When it surfaced again, I decided to move it to the floor by the bed. My thinking was, if I had to step on it or over it every day I'd be less inclined to put off finishing the thing.

Instead of picking it up, it has slowly edged its way over to the floor beside the dresser.

If I step on it, I get a sinking feeling in my stomach.

This paper is looming over my conscience like some dark, storm cloud.

The paper itself is long enough. It needed to be 5 pages and it is close to 6 and a quarter. I've also covered all the required topics. Having said that, I know it could stand to feel the edge of a sharp editor's knife.

The last time I read through it, I worried that I'd made the thing too personal. I think it contains too much reflection on my internal workings. I also think I've included too much analysis of my instructors.

The problem is, I don't know how to clean the thing up and still have it make sense.

My fear is that I need to start from scratch.

I'm also beginning to wonder and to worry about how much time I have before Sa Bom Nim asks about the paper.

On the up side of things, Lefty hasn't turned in her paper yet either. So at least I'm not a lone slacker.