The past few weeks have been one of learning. Obviously this is largely due to starting a new job, which entails learning all about the culture of the office, the processes, the working practises, as well as the software which we create and the marketplace we operate within. It also includes learning basic things, the location of the toilets, the ‘coffee etiquette’, and other pieces of information that are classed as ‘minor’ but are probably more important than most.
My brain has been working overtime with all this new information that I’m trying to process, but seems to be relishing the task. In fact it’s demanding more and more everyday, like some weird sort of insatiable monster, gorging itself on this wonderful new bounty. Of course it’s not like I haven’t offered to feed it before, I’ve tried tempting it with all sorts of new information, offered it countless books, magazines, days out… hell I’ve even tried to bribe it on occasion (my brain will do pretty much ANYTHING if you promise it a few minutes of a Hitchcock movie), but all to no avail.
But now? Now it’s consuming like a chav on a shopping spree, maxing out my intellectual credit cards left, right and centre. I’ve tried questioning some of the items it’s acquiring but all I get is a sullen stare, a roll of the eyes and the stomping of feet up stairs. Thankfully there have been no doors slammed yet, as I’m not entirely sure what will happen when we reach that point. What DO you do if your brain goes in the huff?
For now, the books pile higher, the plans unfold and my brain pushes me onwards, demanding my time, and trying to tell me that I don’t really need to sleep. Thankfully I’ve found an over-ride switch, although that only works at the weekend, but it’s enough to give me some respite, some quiet time, and that’s enough to get me through to Monday, ready to feed the monster once again.
Hmmm, that sounds like a particularly nasty euphemism. Moving on.
Of course all of this helps keep my brain focussed, and my mind free from the less fun things that are going on. The broken fence that is going to cost a few hundred (at least) to fix. The treatment my father-in-law will be receiving soon, and the fact that Louise is off to see him next week. The ongoing struggles of life which we all have to deal with in one form or another.
So yes, I’m quite glad my brain is keeping itself busy, keeping me occupied. As long as it doesn’t forget who runs the show around here, everything will be fine.
Because, if it should forget, well then we have a problem and drastic measures may be required.
Daisy, Daaii sss yyyyyyy