You know, for about 4 days earlier this month I totally felt like I was on top of everything. My spare sheets were washed and I even knew what was in my in-tray at work.
Then someone blew the airlock.
Feels like (actually it is, I have the numbers to prove it) the busiest week at work in the history of ever. Many factors including a full moon, a heat wave, a short month, and me being determined not to let anything affect the scheduled work load for the month led us to a week where we've jammed 4 weeks worth of work into one like a sumo wrestler shoving his blubbery knee cap up some tiny kids nose.
And then amongst the fray today I console someone I've known for years who held their beloved pet while he was euthanised. She described how he was all she had when she got divorced, how she visited him 3 times every day while he was at the animal hospital, and now she doesn't want to go home because she keeps expecting to see him there. She described how he was cold, shivering; she cuddled him until he was toasty warm, and she could feel his breath on her arm. And then she couldn't feel anything. And he was gone.
*giant clawed fist punching through my ribs, tearing my heart out and pelting it against the greasy window of a small meeting room* Oh, it's ok, I didn't need that. People don't think I had it anyway. Send the Ice Queen in to deal with the broken hearted client, they yelled!
Yeah yeah. I'm going.
Oh, and in unrelated news: my friend grew a shroom in her ear and I have a Japanese test this week. Throw in a lease renewal and a well deserved hangover to taste.
There is just something about this February that is distinctly like a swift smack to the crotch with a 2 x 4.