This week has been like wading through a bucket of pooh. Trains late, coffee cold, toes stubbed. The constant sense of dread when I drive into the work car-park for a day of decisions, sense and progress not being made. All overshadowed by intermittent text contact with Little Brother and the heartbreaking and hilarious news from Bris Vegas.
Yesterday I spent 10 minutes sitting on a closed toilet seat, playing Tetris on my phone in an attempt to not get all stabby at the bloke who decided to experiment with new ring tones, in an open plan office which has, it turns out, excellent acoustics. I felt stressed all day; pissed at ALL THE TWATCOCKERY.
Last night, after cooking dinner and diplomatically ending a conversation about sustainable fishing stocks that was rapidly heading to A Bad Place, Science Guy left me alone with a cup of tea and Grey’s Anatomy. I did not drink a bottle of wine. I didn’t go hunting in the cupboards for chocolate. I just felt the crapness and then let it go.
That feels like progress.
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I really hear you on this one except I did drink the bottle of wine.
Thanks Sas for helping laugh at your day of pooh and mine. It did help to acknowledge it, feel it and then let it go. :) xoxo
I did have the glass of wine
We all have days like that, but not many of us can write it down with such panache. I had a nice glass of wine after my day yesterday, leaving the bottle for another time. You are making progress, definitely, dear sas.
Oh yup, sitting on a closed toilets seat at work, usually with frustrated tears running down my face, playing some stupid game on my iPhone is a familiar scene. Also, I’m subjected to plenty of twatcockery too – tinny music only partially audible from colleague’s earphones, stinky fish-smelling lunch being eaten in open-plan office, dramatic loud double sneezes from another colleague who wants everyone to know she has a cold… I could go on.
I approve of your antidote to generally poopiness being an episode of Greys. Sweet.
sas Replied:
darling you are so meant for a shed/office at the bottom of your garden :)
Oh, Sas, acknowledging it and letting it go is amazing. It’s huge. It is what I am struggling to do.
I’ll tell you one thing though, getting to use the word ‘twatcock’, and derivatives thereof, always makes me slightly happy, so I am always slightly grateful to said twatcock.
I hope the weekend is better. Xx
sas Replied:
it is my current favourite word. fact.
Grey’s Anatomy is good for that. I concur.
And hey, lady: how cool you didn’t go hunting for food. That is very, very, very good.
No wine and no food hunt and letting it be and letting in go… this is positively on the way to a halo.
I had a real Garbo moment this week and ended up taking an impromptu half day off. I am not sure whether that was indulging me – a good thing because I all to rarely do so – or whether it was letting it be and letting it drift off but it felt good.
Loving your blog more and more, everytime I pop in. Yes toilet seat, yes wine, yes pooh and twatcockery! Thank you for the lessons in what to do instead of crying on the toilet seat and in feeling and letting it all go.
Progress? That’s advanced, maybe even post-graduate level.
Here I was feeling good about the progress I’d made because I recognised my desire to open a packet of crisps five minutes after I started the anxiety inducing financial planning was a ‘shadow comfort’. Even though I opened it and ate some of them anyway… The progress was knowing what I was doing.
Baby steps, I reckon. Baby steps.
You, on the other hand, are rocking it.
Progress indeed!
I’ve often had to retreat to the bathroom at work purely to avoid completely losing it with someone doing something stupid in an open plan setting … whoever decided open plan was the future should be found out and exposed for the fools they are!
you are so awesome. i can’t put into words just how truly fantastic it is to be your friend. and witness you grow