I’m having a rough trot at the moment. No, not rough. Flat. I went through a cranky couple of weeks and now I’ve progressed to ‘flat’. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve been thinking that it could be because I’m about to lose two of my favourite people at work to the world of babies. It still could be that.
It could also be the fact that I’ve been busy each weekend with things and I just want a break.
It could be that I need to get out and do some exercise.
I’ve had an interesting week. I had to interpret an improv show that I hadn’t realised was going to be on. Not that you can prepare for improv. Prepare for the unexpected? Prepare to be unprepared? It was a good show – really quite funny – and I tandemmed (that looks made up, but I say it all the time and it sounds normal) with my favourite work buddy.....she knows who she is!
Later that same day, a colleague really got my goat. Rather than bottling my frustration and using it to fuel a bitch session with the girls in the office that afternoon, I let him have it then and there. It was inappropriate to go off like that in the corridor at lunch time. I mean, I’m not one for screaming and yelling and stomping my foot, but there were kids around that would have heard what I said. Not cool.
It’s funny how different a day can become. I sorted out my issue with the colleague. I felt slightly ashamed and slightly liberated. It was a weird old day.
Now it’s Friday night. I’m dreading the busy of the weekend.
Our modem has fritzed, so I haven’t been online to read the blogs that I adore for some time. This evening I caught up with them. It was comforting and interesting to read that people on the other side of the world had similar feelings about things.