Right this second, I'm at work. And I'm pretty dirty on it. I resent work at the best of times, let alone these non-days between Christmas and New Year's. I guess the trade off is that I don't have to work Saturdays any longer but you know ... complain, complain, complain. That's what I do.
I'm this close to booking myself a seat on a big jet airplane for a mid-2013 jaunt, crossing oceans and timezones. But I'm a chicken and I need to work myself up into a state of heightened anxiety before I do anything about it. In the end, I'll probably panic-book any old date and cause myself all kinds of hassle as a result, instead of just chilling the fuck out and planning it properly.
While work is so quiet (Why am I here? I don't need to be here! The office should be closed! God, I resent not being born to old money. Or even new money, I'm not that fussy), I should be working on a proposal I need to do for a creative writing project at university next semester. I keep putting it off though because I don't know what to say and I don't know how to say it. I need someone to give me a good slap and tell me to pull myself together and just get on with the damn thing.
Does anyone else feel obligated to ask how Christmas was? So ... how was your Christmas? Mine was good too, thanks. It was our first Christmas without our grandmother and even though only one person was missing from a table of twenty, it felt like a thousand were gone. Such is life, eh?
I've stolen this Right This Second blog post idea from Gemma Burgess's blog, read Gemma's post here. Also, read her books (The Dating Detox and A Girl Like You) because they're good and funny and smart. Maybe in 2013, I'll write more than one post a month if I keep up this short and sweet approach.