My toxic trait is dressing for yesterday’s weather. One thing about me, I will sashay outside with the confidence of a thousand armies, without first checking the weather because well, I went outside the other day and the weather was alright so that should of course also apply to the present. Then I find myself outside, freezing to death from all the air blowing up my dress because I have no tights on, feeling my fingers slowly going numb because I have no pockets to warm my hands in, and almost asphyxiating from all the wind blowing in my face. Never again! I yell to myself, and even as I do this I know that I will repeat this nonsense. It’s just who I am.
Another thing about me is my procrastination. I started this post ages ago but never managed to write anything. After a long day at work staring at a screen, I cannot bear to stare at another screen so after a half hearted attempt at writing, I close my personal computer, and pick up my phone to stare at it for six hours straight. It’s just who I am.
It’s 4pm on Sunday and I’m finally doing the writing I was planning on doing all weekend. My last post was about worry, and boy was I stressed out when I wrote that. My manager was inducing my anxiety to the fullest, and I was not sure if she was coming on too strong or if I was simply insecure about my work. The good thing is that I have rolled off that client and have not had to report to this manager since, so I feel a lot better. Also the manager seems to be aware that she’s coming on too strong and she has been a bit better (she probably took the hint from my involuntary sighs and general depressed demeanor). It’s all about communication and understanding.
I’ve had a bit of a rollercoaster two weeks (nothing too hectic, more like the teacup ride at an amusement park). During a “quick call” with this manager to run over some notes for a team meeting (which was in 10 minutes), she asked if I wanted to lead the call and I said sure why not, not because I was eager to do so but because I am dead on the inside and have no strength for a rebuttal. The meeting went well enough even though I picked it up last minute-at one point I actually said out loud “I don’t know what I’m saying.” Thankfully the partner laughed, otherwise it would have been a mess. After the meeting, the manager sent me an appreciation award-which is a note and some money which can be turned into gift cards etc. Of course this lifted my mood considerably and all sins were forgiven. Ha.
Later on in the week the partner informed me that he would like for me to say something at the upcoming client meeting. Now I talk to the client regularly, but this particular meeting was with the top dogs so I was understandably nervous. Usually at these meetings, I would introduce myself and then lay back, sit pretty and let the partner and manager do all the talking. Understandably I was a little stressed, but the partner did a practice session with me and I felt a little better. Thankfully everyone kept their cameras off so that also took a little pressure off. It ended up being not bad at all. I said my piece for less than five minutes and that was it. Even the manager sounded a bit nervous when talking which made me feel a bit better. Practice makes perfect and I’m glad I did it. The feeling of relief after an event one has been anxious about is unmatched. Just bliss.
I am not going to bore you with more tales about how tired I am of work, and how much I want to win the lottery so I can just relax and do fun little projects that make me happy. Moving on.
On Monday I accompanied a manager (not the same one) on a charity walk. She was to pick me and another colleague from our houses and take us to the meeting point for the walk. This manager is famously disorganised- I mean she comes into work at 9am already frazzled, but that’s what being a working mother will do to you. She called me to say that she had some trouble locating my house and I agreed to meet her in a central location. Imagine my shock when I finally got into her car only to realise that she was not using a sat-nav/google maps, but had printed out the maps. She literally had sheets of paper serving as her direction, she must have mapped out the journey on her computer, then printed out the map pages. It’s no wonder she could not locate anywhere. Once we were in the car she was ready to go round in circles until I suggested we use the google maps app on my phone. I entered the destination in the app and the nice voice started leading us to the the location. Of course I must have accidentally pressed something because it re-routed our journey to exactly where we started from so we enjoyed a nice pointless round trip. Eventually we made it to the location just in time for the end of the walk. On the plus side, outside was so beautiful, the air was crisp, the trees were gorgeous, there were dogs running around having fun, a family of ducks swimming along enjoying each other’s company. It was all so beautiful that the gang of rats there did not send me running for the hills. Ah such a lovely day of volunteering.
Another notable event in my crazy fast paced life is that I finally decided to take the limescale/hard water situation in my house seriously. I spent two weeks in my friend’s place during which I ate so much nonsense- Cadbury’s hazelnut chocolate was a daily staple, all sorts of carbs, even dairy. Surprisingly enough, my skin did not break out as much as I expected. This got me thinking; maybe my skin problems were not (solely) caused by my raggedy diet, but by the raggedy water in my house. The water in my house is so hard and has so much limescale that the kettle is permanently ruined and the shower doors have to be descaled constantly. For a while, my biggest worry was using the kettle and removing the limescale from the shower, but I began to wonder whether the hard water was actually a factor in my skin woes. At the suggestion of my friend, I bought a new shower head with a filter, which was surprisingly inexpensive. I also finally got a water filter jug and the water tastes different. My stint in my friend’s place caused me to seriously backslide on my diet (which is weird because she is usually super healthy) so I’m just now slowly trying to get back on track. In the end time will tell, but for now it feels nice to have a new fancy shower head. In the meantime I have to go back to my reduced sugar-no junk-no bread life otherwise all my efforts will be for nought.
I cannot end this post without a shout out to the pack of oranges I’ve been munching on. I usually get clementines/tangerines but decided on a whim to get some actual oranges. Let me tell you something; these oranges have that W.A.P. They are so goddam juicy that as the knife slides in, the juices start gushing out before it even gets to my mouth. I have to eat these oranges with a bib on to reduce the mess. I got another batch and put them in the fridge this time and now they are cold and juicy. I am in heaven.
And there you have it; a long winded roundup of my wild crazy life.
I started writing this at 4pm on Sunday and didn’t finish it until 4pm Monday. With this work rate I’m never going to become a bestselling author am I?