The thin line between me and crazy
Mon Amis
Pliss bear with me as i ramble on..
You know that feeling when you're going thru' a far worse than typical mid-week crisis..your workload is so far underwater, it should probably sprout gills in order to survive.add to that,the fact that your boss's sense of humour slid off the roof and broke its back,this is fast turning out to be the workweek from hell.
i guess its indicative of your state of mind that you find yourself turning down invitations to movies you've long been dying to watch and the dinners your body is craving(bird flu be damned) .so you bitch and groan and rant and then decide that theres little option but to set aside your little existential crisis for now and put in whatever extra time it takes over the already crazy 12-hour day to catch up with your schedule.and out of career ambition or general confusion you find yourself promising yourself and others that in the interest of work,health,your wallet and the once taut stomach that no longer is,you will limit your alcohol consumption to no more than once a week..and then wonder why that statement was met with smirks and knowing smiles and hysterical giggling..why i say?
Pliss bear with me as i ramble on..
You know that feeling when you're going thru' a far worse than typical mid-week crisis..your workload is so far underwater, it should probably sprout gills in order to survive.add to that,the fact that your boss's sense of humour slid off the roof and broke its back,this is fast turning out to be the workweek from hell.
i guess its indicative of your state of mind that you find yourself turning down invitations to movies you've long been dying to watch and the dinners your body is craving(bird flu be damned) .so you bitch and groan and rant and then decide that theres little option but to set aside your little existential crisis for now and put in whatever extra time it takes over the already crazy 12-hour day to catch up with your schedule.and out of career ambition or general confusion you find yourself promising yourself and others that in the interest of work,health,your wallet and the once taut stomach that no longer is,you will limit your alcohol consumption to no more than once a week..and then wonder why that statement was met with smirks and knowing smiles and hysterical giggling..why i say?
posted by dr.jinxed @ 3/01/2006 04:17:00 PM
5 Comments:
At March 01, 2006 7:15 PM,
Anonymous said…
Just bumped into your blog from Elly's blog....
Your post of "mid-week Crisis"and thoughts about stupid boss,workload, not-able-togo-for-a-movie-when-the-rest-of-the-world-is and "good dinner" is "EXACTLY" what i am going through now. Wondering if ure the gurl who sits next to me at office and listens to me rant n rave all day long :)
At March 04, 2006 1:05 AM,
A and A said…
What I think you need is a drink. Or ten. :D And screw the smirkers. Let them smirk. You just ensaai like anything I say! :D
At March 04, 2006 12:29 PM,
dr.jinxed said…
@pushkar
nope 'fraid im not that girl but i hear you buddy:)
@wishful
yesh must make time to ensaai..work unfortunately happens 7days a week and at the moment its kicking my ass rather sorrily.hopeful about the drink or ten still:)
At March 11, 2006 3:15 AM,
A Chrysanthemum by any other name... said…
Smirks and knowing smiles and hysterical giggling coz they know its a preposterous promise
At March 11, 2006 3:27 PM,
dr.jinxed said…
@chrysanthemum
et tu percy??
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