I'm running on adrenalin again. Lots and lots and lots of work, 10-12 hour days, and deadlines looming. I've been getting in to work uber-early this week, having realised that I work far more effectively when I start in the early morning rather than when I burn the midnight oil.
I woke up yesterday morning with a raging sore throat (thanks Sylvain - you sure listened to my dad's words of wisdom when we got married, and he said "there is no my in marriage"). A few years ago, this would have inevitably evolved into tonsilitis, and I would have been in bed for a week. My tonsils, however, went the way of the Dodo and my sore throat just turned into an annoying tickle and I'm downing litres upon litres of water and orange juice in an attempt to keep sickness at bay... at least until the deadline is over.
My particular vocation can be extremely demanding at times, and I'm glad for those early years of helping out with the fire brigade - when the crunch comes, I find myself able see clearly, to micro-manage each task, right down to the last detail. It is stressful, but I love my job at the moment, and I wouldn't change it for the world.
As time goes on, I find myself more and more capable of dealing with the stress of work. Knitting, on the train on the way to and from work, I take the time to centre myself, to find that place where everything slows down and I can breathe freely. I concentrate on the basics, stitch by stitch. Knitting isn't relaxing, per se, especially when one is knitting a lace shrug on the fly without a pattern, but it grounds me somehow. It makes me concentrate on those couple of moments in time, slip one knit one pass slipped stitch over, where I can deconstruct the day ahead of me, or the day just passed, and at the end of my 25 minutes on the train, I feel refreshed, centred, grounded.
But there are some days when it doesn't quite work out as planned.
This morning ...
- my necklace broke. Beads streamed onto the bathroom floor, rolling, of course, into the most inaccessible places. Symphony thought it was a tremendous game.
- we ran out of breakfast stuff and I had to buy a pain au chocolat on the way to the train station (ok, not such a bad thing, especially because it was still warm.... ohhhhh....)
- my new shoes gave me blisters within ten minutes (thankfully I keep a spare pair of thongs in my desk drawer).
- I missed the train.
- I got splashed by a passing bus. Mud and wet leaves make bare legs look so sexy.
- I dropped the old coffee filter when I was making fresh coffee. Damp coffee grains are splattered all over the floor of the kitchenette and I have no will to clean it up. I probably should do that before my colleagues arrive, however.
And it's only 8am. I wonder what else is in store for me today? Paper cuts and printer jams, perhaps?
I wish I could go back to bed.
And can I just say that I hate apostrophes in English? Especially in the plural? However long I live, I will not be able to sufficiently explain the correct use of the apostrophe.
AND people who eat with their mouth open? Lip-smackers? I could hit 'em.
Oh AND AND AND stuff like this makes me really really really annoyed. On so many levels...
Oh AND AND AND AND how did I find the time to write this post? I have no idea. But it took me 4 hours of writing one line here and there and jumping back and forth. Multi-taskers, I am your Queen.