World cup fever...work....kittens arriving tomorrow....kitty supply shopping this afternoon...work...(no) sleep....need sleep....must sleep....so much to do....so little time to do it in....
It's the end of the week. Friday. Not just any Friday....a special Friday. A week has passed since THE Friday. The big assessment day that drained my every sliver of energy, but gave me a wealth of experience. THAT day.
They said they'd let us know in three weeks. Three. 1, 2, 3...that's 21 days worth of curiosity, thoughts, ramblings, dreams....disillusions and cynicism. It seemed like forever, but one week has already gone by. So it's one down, two more to go!
The World Cup kicks off today...it's been 4 years already. I was in Birmingham last World Cup. This time I'm in Malta. Who knows....maybe next time I'll be somewhere else....
Today I couldn't concentrate at work. Way too much going on in my life right now. After work I went shopping for kitty supplies...they arrive tomorrow!! Little fluffy joys!! :o) All's good.
Meanwhile, I'm off to eat Indian....yum!
Friday, June 11, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
All in a week's work...
Rewind to Wednesday, last week.
Funny, I thought, waking up late on a weekday. I had booked the day off, and I didn't need to be in town till 10:45. I took my time to have breakfast, chose my clothes carefully, applied an adequate amount of eye makeup (OK fine...and quite a dose of concealer for that boulder that decided to show up on my chin overnight), and caught the bus into town with my dad.
"Nothing to lose" I kept telling myself. "I've got nothing to lose." So I walked into the Heritage office wearing my best smile....
The following morning I woke up as usual, packed my lunch, and got to work at 6am. My work day was pretty short that day. At 11 o'clock on the dot, I picked my bag, said bye to everyone and drove home. My parents were ready, and in less than half an hour I was at the airport. Two flights and a nail later, I was in sunny Venice, with its gondolas, canals, and lovely Italian vibe. I should have eaten a little earlier that evening because at night I was restless, thoughts flitting through my head, and no comfortable sleeping position to be found. The late dinner may have had nothing to do with it at all; in fact, it was probably just nerves in anticipation for Friday. I just said to myself "Nothing to lose; remember, you've got nothing to lose. Just enjoy it and make the most of it." Had I known what I was to face the next day, I would have probably popped a tranquilizer or something, to calm my nerves if nothing else.
Fast forward
Saturday morning was hectic - I was on autopilot and I honestly don't remember much of the two flights back home. I just know I was exhausted and had a bad migraine, so I went to bed as soon as I got home.
The next two days are just a haze....between pain killers, cold cloths on my forehead, and brief snippets of the previous few days replaying over and over, in no logical order, in my head. Good job Monday was a holiday here. There was no way I could have gone to work in that delusional semi-conscious state.
This morning I woke up feeling pretty energized, got to work at 6, and had a relatively normal day. Looking back at the me one week ago, I just think "Heh....you just don't know what's about to hit you, girl!"
Funny, I thought, waking up late on a weekday. I had booked the day off, and I didn't need to be in town till 10:45. I took my time to have breakfast, chose my clothes carefully, applied an adequate amount of eye makeup (OK fine...and quite a dose of concealer for that boulder that decided to show up on my chin overnight), and caught the bus into town with my dad.
"Nothing to lose" I kept telling myself. "I've got nothing to lose." So I walked into the Heritage office wearing my best smile....
The following morning I woke up as usual, packed my lunch, and got to work at 6am. My work day was pretty short that day. At 11 o'clock on the dot, I picked my bag, said bye to everyone and drove home. My parents were ready, and in less than half an hour I was at the airport. Two flights and a nail later, I was in sunny Venice, with its gondolas, canals, and lovely Italian vibe. I should have eaten a little earlier that evening because at night I was restless, thoughts flitting through my head, and no comfortable sleeping position to be found. The late dinner may have had nothing to do with it at all; in fact, it was probably just nerves in anticipation for Friday. I just said to myself "Nothing to lose; remember, you've got nothing to lose. Just enjoy it and make the most of it." Had I known what I was to face the next day, I would have probably popped a tranquilizer or something, to calm my nerves if nothing else.
Fast forward
Saturday morning was hectic - I was on autopilot and I honestly don't remember much of the two flights back home. I just know I was exhausted and had a bad migraine, so I went to bed as soon as I got home.
The next two days are just a haze....between pain killers, cold cloths on my forehead, and brief snippets of the previous few days replaying over and over, in no logical order, in my head. Good job Monday was a holiday here. There was no way I could have gone to work in that delusional semi-conscious state.
This morning I woke up feeling pretty energized, got to work at 6, and had a relatively normal day. Looking back at the me one week ago, I just think "Heh....you just don't know what's about to hit you, girl!"
....or was it a dream?!
Monday, June 7, 2010
The Usual Drill (that comes with every intro)...
Well, hi there everyone!
After a long pause and a break from the blogosphere, here I am once again, putting not so much pen to paper, as fingertips to keyboard, as we embark upon yet another blog venture together. Much has gone on during the past year - some tales worth relating, others better kept hidden under a dusty carpet for the time being. But all in all, a good year. One filled with unexpected surprises and a few fairytale-like twists. Will I attempt to fill you in today, in this introductory post? Fear not, I won't. I will just recount, as days go by, the new exciting events as they unfold before me, with the occasional anecdote reminiscent of the past year strewn in for good measure.
This is a new era for a hopeless dreamer. Will the rambling Piscean ever find her elusive reality?
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