Arafat dies, smoking is banned, and we all stop for a minute to ponder the past.
Then life whizzes onwards.
Work wise the next three months are going to be nothing less than manic, and it’s quite possible that I’ll have to schedule a nervous breakdown sometime in February (that week away in January seems an awfully long way away at the moment). Of course it’s also entirely possible that I’ll have a nervous breakdown sometime mid-December but not actually notice.
A couple of days ago I asked about work ethics and how you (dearest reader) maintain yours. I now have my own answer, you load up the schedule with enough work for four people and keep shifting the start date without shifting the end date or adding any more resource. Simple enough. Unfortunately it does herald a return to a time a few years back when I started DREAMING about my work, leaving me somewhat confused at points as I was sure I’d done something only to realise later on that I’d DREAMT it. Not great for the old productivity. Still better busy than… er… dead?
Still, at least I can look forward to a day off for Christmas. Ohh hang on, it’s a Saturday this year, ain’t it… arse.
Anyway, don’t mind me, it’s a temporary panic attack which will soon subside into apathy once more. The fact that the house is still recovering from the weekend, bags and clothes and “wedding items” are still strewn about in a chaoticly random manner, and that we REALLY REALLY need to get out into the garden to prepare it for winter, is a mere side issue.
Next time, instead of putting the clocks back can’t we just add an hour or two? Honestly, it’s a wonder I’ve got any free time at all, I had to stay up until 1.30am just to play Football Manager 2005. On a school night too!