What an interesting time it’s been. My Marketing Manager resigned the week before last. This is rather ill timed as we are in the midst of the production of a rather large event which occurs in September. I sort of feel like I am going crazy or stepping through a really bad dream. My place of work seems to be crumbling with half of the freakish staff members crippled, ill, resigning or just plain weird. Half the building was blacked out for 3 days earlier in the week - no one knows why. Seeing people at their desks only illuminated by computer screens was interesting, as was photocopying in the dark. On top of that, we have just been told that our “boiling water tap” has been leaking copper. Being slightly afflicted with hypochondria, I googled what the potential symptoms were from such a fallout and they include: depression & other mental problems, schizophrenia, learning disabilities, hyperactivity/ADD, mood swings (sometimes violent, criminal and psychotic behaviour), general behavioural problems, sleeping disorders, physical and mental fatigue and a whole host of other abnormalities. So my daily ritual of fetching my earl grey tea at 3:30 and savouring it in my antique cup and saucer has been soured. I’m now staring at my cup and saucer and planning my civil action “erin brocovich” style. Oh yeah….I ain’t takin this lying down. Or maybe I will….if I get a tumor. I was also blow drying my hair this morning and being so sleep deprived, I decided to wash my hand at the same time. Crazy eh. Maybe I'm meant to not be alive. Speaking of death, I made the unfortunate mistake of typing an email to a terminally ill lady in here. I’m glad I checked it prior to sending, as I actually mis-typed her name as Grave rather than Grace. Not a good mistake to make.
Facing a myriad of dilemmas over career, complicated flirtations of the heart (involving a preoccupation with evil Englishmen and English chocolate love), I’ve booked myself into a psychic. When I phoned her to make an appt, she reassured me that it was a good idea that I visited. I was not sure whether to be stunned that she already knew I had a burning desire to see her, or whether she was excited that she had a hot $40 coming her way. I’m trying to be less cynical about life…I really am.
I really need sleep. After 3 nights of coughing till my lungs have almost popped out…I was kind of looking forward to my bed and a sleep in. That was until I got a chocolate love call. Looks like another sleepless night ahead….ah well. Some sacrifices have to be made. Yeah...yeah!
1 comment:
what a shame you stopped writing..you're quite good at it :)
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