Colleague: Whatcha eating?
Me: Pixie balls.
So last night I was up until the wee hours of the morning. I mean, I tried REALLY hard not to be, but every time I closed my eyes I’d be overcome with a bolt of panic and have to sit up and turn on the light and send another email, or write another note to myself or jot down another idea.
And the weirdest thing?? This wasn’t even medication/ depression/ mental health related panic. Oh no: yesterday I got given a big project to look afer by one of the dudes I do martial arts with. I took one look at it and thought “He wants me to organise HOW MANY people?! With less than a months notice?! WTF?!” but then I said I’d do it, because I love event organisation, and being involved in a tiny bit of one this high-profile is a good way to build skillz. Nevertheless, there is still a LOT to be done. And I have less than 26 days to do it all in. And so every so often I have to stop and put my head between my knees and remind myself that yes. It’s a big job, but that delegation is a gift.
And WHY IS NOBODY ANSWERING THEIR EMAILS. Come on people!! T-minus 614 hours!
Anyway. So I was up forever, and then I finally got to sleep, only to snooze my alarm until ohfuckI’mlate O’Clock. Then I taxied to work and have spent my day pursuing my personal vendetta against IT, and taking covert calls from the event organisers – who, frankly I think should be just a tiny bit MORE organised. Just my opinion.
And now I’m waiting for the AA to report back on the potentially awesome car that I might potentially own. Maybe. But he’s taking is sweet time about it! Frustrating!
Is anyone else rocking back and forwards on their chair with a strange mix of fear, panic and excitement? No? Just me? Must have been the Pixie Balls.