One way ticket to Freakdom

I am not happy. For the past 3 weeks or so work has been ridiculously busy. So much so that I actually have things to do on a daily basis, things that require me to work through my lunch break stay late and do more than one task at once. What’s that all about?!

OK so maybe I don’t mind the fact that I am, for once, being required to use my brain cells and that the day goes by very quickly now (bit too quick if you ask me) and I actually have a feeling of self-worth in my role. However, all of this work has been encroaching and disrupting my ‘normal’ work day activities. And this will just not do. When do I have a chance to email my friends? I’ve only been able to hop on to FaceCrap twice today! How about the flights I need to book, the shopping I need to order on line and of course the all important blogging I am required to do??

Talk about conflicting priorities.

You’ve probably noticed a decline in the regularity of the blog in recent weeks and this is the main cause. The day runs away with me and I find myself with 20 minutes to spare and under a lot of pressure to be funny, entertaining and informative in a short space of time. Maybe this improves the quality of my blogs? I’m guessing it’s probably the opposite though…..I’m sorry.

I partly created this blog because I was so bored at work and thought I could fill my time with something more constructive. I achieved this goal and so ‘Resemblance to real persons….” was created and on a roll. Now some toss pot Moon Monkey has decided we need to upgrade our systems and its bye bye blog and hello days of stress, frustration and an increasing tendency to talk to myself. My rantings have got Kirstie all worried about me, to the point that this morning while I was swearing at my computer screen for the 5th time since 8am (yes you did read that correctly, in at 8am every day – WTF?!) she wheeled herself over to me, put her hands on my shoulders and asked me to step away from my desk for 30 seconds and take a deep breath. I looked at her with tears in my eyes, a colleague on the edge, falling into the brink of insanity to join the hobbits and elves and monkeys made of moon.

“I’m worried Nancy, you’re starting to talk to yourself more than Moody does!”

JTFC. What is happening to me? They’ve finally broken me! The freaks are on to me, they’re rising up with their wooden spoons and crossbows to take me down and they will not stop until I am clad in a hand woven tabard, listening to panpipe sounds of the ocean and having a running conversation with my Outlook application.

Must keep one foot firmly in reality. I can’t let them win. Luckily I have Kirstie on hand to slap me about a bit if it gets too much but she won’t always be sat there, she has to take toilet breaks and go to meetings and even annual leave!!

I knew the fact that I welcomed Frodo and Bilbo Baggin’s birthday celebrations with open arms and excited anticipation was a bad sign.