Dear Diary,
The weekend is a blink, is it not?
A blink, and off we walk into Monday again for the next round of challenging circumstances. Resilience, they say, is something employees at corporate organisations ought to demonstrate as part of their objectives. Oh, I am resilient, but I also enjoy a sense of order and calm. Calm, however, in the rare instances that it appears in our work realities, is always to be followed by a huge, messy storm. Thank you, but no thank you. Talk about massive contradictions in one short paragraph. Welcome to my world.
I have flicked through the pages of my 2024 planner and the space dedicated to Mon, 11th Mar; Tue, 12th Mar'; Wed, 13th Mar; Thu, 14th Mar; and Fri, 15th Mar, are completely empty. Blank. Nothing on them. Nada. Кръгла нула. When one is too busy doing to plan. What use is a planner if it will not plan?
The self-imposed sleep deprivation continues. I was delirious the other day, having gotten up at 4:30am, made it home at 9:00pm (details in the next section) and in bed for c. 10:30pm. Yesterday was even worse, and I am not ashamed to admit I have had a little nap this afternoon…It suffices to say I have been consuming plenty of caffeine today!
P.S. Having written this section last, I now feel compelled to add a picture of a bird (you will understand in a minute, I promise). The other two just happened, a mere coincidence, but I could not pass up the opportunity to score a three out of three. I think this fellow exudes the right kind of mood.
Here goes:
The Week’s Round-Up
It was on Tuesday that I had to rise at 4:30am, leave my house at 5:30am and take a 5:42am train to London to deliver me in the office by 8:30am. Well, plans are made to fall to pieces, correct?
The trains, much to my dismay, were on time (with a couple of minor delays), but something had to go wrong. Or life would be way too boring, right? Tube, take it away!
A train had broken down at Holborn, so the Central Line was a freaking mess (to put it bluntly). I spent half an hour at the platform and, when I finally climbed onto a train – a train it resembled, a train it sounded like, a train it was designed to be but a tin of sardines it actually was – a third into the journey, we stopped in the middle of nowhere.
Pitch black.
The pitch black of the tunnel, someone’s hoodie on one side, and someone else’s rucksack on another, and someone’s headphones on another was all I could see. I am not claustrophobic, but what a hellish experience! I felt like I had no air (I did not), and because I am short, I was squashed. We stayed in the pitch black for more than five minutes. It was fantastic…
It goes without saying that when I got out of the tube to walk to the office, it was …. raining. It also goes without saying that I had no umbrella.
How I survived a day’s worth of work, and a return journey starting at 6:03pm, I will never know.
In other news, as of Saturday afternoon, my hair is lighter. The other news is about hair? How very trivial! Yes, indeed, Dear Diary. Lighter the hair is, but it is also somewhat blue! It may be a little too blue (or too light blue) for my work’s liking. I shall update you on any developments in the Blue Hair saga next weekend.
I would also like to know why (and how) it has been day 12859 of rain. For real. When will it stop raining in this country? Every single day for months now, all we seem to get is rain.
Rain.
Rain.
Rain.
Rain.
Rain.
The weather is utter crap (I wonder when I will start properly swearing in these entries, my Dear Diary!) and I, for one, am fed up with it. I just want a day, one day, in which the weather is dry. I did not think this was a lot to ask for but, judging by the state of my garden (utter crap) and the colour of the sky (utter crap), it was. It is.
Not looking like him is a lot to ask for.
The Little Things
I have thought long and hard about this but, err, I am drawing a blank for Week Eleven, I am afraid.
I have found you a little thing anyway, though. The smallest bird in the world, in fact! Hum-hum-hum.