Procrastination in disguise

You know how in movies sometimes the director will pick skits of one person in their home killing time until something happens whilst a John Mayer song plays in the background?

For example: someone is at home in their pyjamas bouncing a ball against the wall whilst laying on the couch, then they're up boiling the kettle, then it flicks to them checking an empty inbox on their computer and they rub their eyes and sigh, then from the inside of the fridge you see the door open, they reach for something and then close the door shaking their head, then they're boiling the kettle again, listening to the neighbours talk and laughing at a joke someone says, then they are flicking through old photos, running their hands through their hair again, going to call someone and then hanging up.. and all of this happens in about 15 seconds of the movie.

That is exactly how i feel today. I'm that person. I feel.. monotone.

The only thing is that, in the movie, it is preceding a big event. A life changing, monumental, exciting event that was worth all of this troublesome procrastinating. I'm not sure an event like that is on it's way to me tonight.

To be honest, i'd just be happy to finish my assignment.

National Call in Sick Day

Setting: laptop, flannelet robe, socks, neurofen, tea and tissues - seas and seas of tissues. Well actually it's toilet roll - i'm out of tissues.

Why is it that, every time i am sick, i still feel guilty for taking a day off work? If i am able to stand, without vomiting, i feel like i should be at work. This is made more ridiculous by the fact that 1. i normally have a maximum of 3 sick days a year; and 2. some of my colleagues (both senior and junior to me) will take Mondays / Fridays off and return with a suntan. They take the bull*cough*shit joke to a new level.

I had to call in sick today and i actually didn't know how to do it. In the end i constructed a three paragraph email to my boss, coping in my manager and leaving my mobile number in case they needed me for an emergency. I'm an administrator - what possible emergency could there be? Although, my boss did ask me yesterday if the email we had sent that morning was double sided..

I know you shouldn't really email in sick but when you wake up at 6 am coughing, spluttering and sniffing the last thing you want to do is wait until a 'reasonable hour' to call your boss, make your voice extra scratchy so that they can't dispute your story, and then try to get to sleep again. As is i have spent the entire day wondering whether they really believe i am sick and weighing up whether i could get a doctor's certificate for a bad cold?

I think this irrational self important attitude stems from the thought that the firm will fall down without me but in the same breath realising that i am as replaceable as a bin bag.

This is a somewhat pointless post but i felt the need to document how proud i am of myself for taking a day off when i needed it. I'm a classic for coming in early, working through lunch and staying late, then getting frustrated because the only person who notices is me.

How do some people get to work late, surf the net all day, walk out the door at 5.01 and ask for a raise all in the same day? Do you really just need to be a confident hard arse and you get what you want? Nice guys finish last etc etc.

Anyway, i must go, i have to start work super early tomorrow to make up for being away today..

Write whether the weather is right

Since i can remember i have kept a diary. I started with what was called a Dinky Diary which mum used to make me write in every day after school - i remember thinking i had nothing to say.. but i persevered and by 10 i was typing page long entries on a somewhat antique typewriter in my bedroom. As you can imagine, there were several entries featuring mein girls at skool and jorgeous boyes.. clearly, a career as a secretary was on the cards.

Misspellings and dodgy typing aside, for me, writing a journal became a release. Like a pensive in a Harry Potter movie, providing storage for my thoughts until i had the mental capacity to deal with them. I also think that, because of this, i seldom made mistakes twice and learnt that there are few things in life that time cannot heal - particularly when it comes to relationships.

I guess starting a blog was a natural progression for me and, if i have learnt anything from gen Y, posting your thoughts and feelings on the internet is now common enough that it can go unnoticed by your friends but appreciated by somewhat unlikely strangers.

So in the end, it wasn't really a question of why write a blog, it was why the hell not?

Addicted

It’s official - i’m addicted to chocolate. I know i’m addicted because i’ve just munched my way through a Red Tulip easter bunny the month before easter and last night, when a Kit Kat didn’t suffice, i proceeded to dip cooking chocolate into milo.. oh dear.

In my defense, easter eggs being sold this early has got to be breaching Woolworths responsible service of chocolate policy and with Red Tulip seemingly unavailable the other 10 months of the year.. is it really any wonder i couldn’t resist?

..the first step is admitting you have a problem. hmph.