For Blogs Sake!

Why is it when you have a short week, your expectations are that it will fly by before the next round of bank holidays and for another four day weekend to be upon us. But no. It's Wednesday afternoon, time is dragging, I feel like I have been here 10 days already and I am so bored it is unreal. It's not the 'I have nothing to do so lets occupy my time with meaningless crap' boredom. It's the 'I have stuff to do but I really really can't be asked to do it, so I'm going to try to pass off my time with meaningless crap' boredom.

Seriously, I'm not joking - but I'm sure a morgue has more life than this office. It's only a small team anyway, so when over half of them are on leave and there is only about 4 others to occupy the space, you can literally hear a needle drop. I listen out for the buses going past my window to get a reprieve from the silence or try to find the fascination of seeing my glass of water vibrate every time a tube passes underneath our office.

There is only so much fun you can invent on your own, sitting at a desk, surrounded by work obsessed individuals, who still can't understand why it is my computer is switched off at 5:30pm promptly and I'm firmly out the door. 'You putting in another half day?' is the daily office joke. Except it's not actually funny, but I humour my colleagues by pretending to laugh with them whilst thinking, run! Freedom!

Ah, still, such is life! At least the office bunny boiler is still here to keep Ken and I entertained with her funny ways. Every time I look at her to see her staring and smiling at me, I can't quite help but hear the theme tune from Psycho resonating in my head - and only have to look at my desk buddy to know he is thinking the exact same thing. Then we resolve into quiet fits of giggles (well he's quiet, I'm not so, which draws a few sidelong glances...) which breaks up the monotonous day of city life. Sigh.

Wonder Towers

I think I have a fair idea of how Alice was feeling when she fell down the rabbit hole and wondered what the heck was going on.

Except I fell down my rabbit hole two years ago....and I'm still looking for the exit sign. But there is quite a few characters here to keep me on my toes and entertained, although whether in a good way or a bad I'm still on the fence. Plus, I'm pretty sure there is no 'Wonder' in this place, it's more like a tower that only the  criminally insane would choose to visit.

Seriously, I have never known a place like this. It certainly has earned it's reputation of being 'special' with like minded individuals to boot.

We have our own version of tweedle dum and tweedle dee, all wrapped up in one hit. I still do chuckle over the episode with the peas, that even made lord Farkwrought chuckle along with the Cheshire cat. Then there is the caterpillar, the all seeing eye who makes absolutely no sense what-so-ever to the average pleb, who takes great delight in playing games and looking down on all the menials beneath him.

We have our very own mad hatter that runs around all day making everyone dizzy, making me ponder how someone so small can create such a big ripple around them self. There really isn't a need for a megaphone either - the hatter has one built in, you hear the craziness before you see it.

Of course the biggest character of all - the red queen. Except ours is a king. I wake up in this wonderland everyday expecting to hear an office equivalent of, "Off with their head!" The king will be sat there observing everything, a shrewd smile playing on his lips whilst the latest victim scurries out the door with their tail between their legs, sobbing (quite literally in some cases) as they head out into the wilderness never to be seen again.

Oh, the joys of City life. So much fun, I can't wait for tomorrow........

Living life in the fast line.....

It's Friday and I am thinking to myself I have made it through another week - yay! The worst thing about having a Monday - Friday job is that you do end up wishing your life away.

You start the week on Monday thinking I can't believe how fast the weekend went and dreading the fact you have another week ahead of you. Tuesday rolls around with slight more optimism, knowing you have Monday out of the way but also knowing you are not yet at the half-way mark. Wednesday is the sun braking through the clouds day, when you know after lunch you will be over the hump and speeding towards the next weekend. Thursday is like a neither-here-nor-there-day where you know you're only one day away but can't quite reach the finish line just yet. Then Friday is here and you're full of the joys of summer knowing you can literally count down the hours until you are free to roam the lands for two whole days. Then before you know it, it is Monday again....

I have been trying to become more adventurous by arranging activities mid-week, in the vain hope that I can break up the monotonous routine that has become my life. In doing this I hope to become more of an interesting person with a brighter outlook on life, rather than someone who counts down the hours from her desk waiting for the weekend to land.

I met up with a newly single friend of mine at the beginning of the week who is still savouring the awe of becoming her own free person again, who quite rightly told me I should be out every night living the high life of a singleton. After much deliberation over a few G&T's I decided that I would give it a go.

Rather than trying to break my week in gently I thought I would take my life by the scruff of the neck and go full speed in fifth gear, enjoying being a singleton every night this week - and now Friday is here I feel......well..... absolutely knackered! The thought of going out tonight makes me feel weak in the knees and I still have a full weekend ahead of me.

I think next week I will opt for the middle lane instead on cruise control and will leave living life in the fast lane to one of my younger peers......