Time is an interesting thing. I typically need to be at work by 10:00 a.m. I know what you're thinking, "Spoiled." Lol. Well, not really, I'm actually a busy body by nature. I'm also known as what's called, "A neat freak, wanna be." Haha. That basically means, my house is never that neat, but God knows, I'm trying. Lol. So, when the kids head out the door for school, I automatically think, "Ok, the clock is ticking. I have two hours to put it into high gear or I'll never get everything I'm thinking I want to get done, done." This list has been building in my head since last night of course, when I put those two little monsters to bed. (I meant angels, I meant angels.) Lol.
It's funny too, because, I lay there in bed thinking of all I need to do. Then my mind sways back and forth about whether I should get up and start on the list now? Or, stay in my cozy covers and just think about all that needs to be done. Hmm. Yep, cozy covers wins every time. So anyway, out the door the, "Angels" go and the clock is ticking. Little distractions here and there. My mind races. Do I want to save time to put my face on and do my hair, or work right up to the moment I have to race to work at 80 mph in a 55 mph speed zone? Not to mention, just hoping and praying I don't see anyone when I run into 7/11 for that next cup of coffee. I hate seeing that look that means, (my face just scared the Hell out of that dude!) It happens. Lol.
So, I work around, I'm buzzing through my house, I'm thinking, "Can't they just rinse their spit and toothpaste down when they're done!" I'm making beds so fast I'm out of breath, I'm sipping coffee that is getting colder by the minute. I stop, microwave the coffee, rush around some more, micro wave the coffee again, ...blah, it's starting to taste like, "Wait for it..." microwaved coffee. I start over. I toss the coffee out, make a new cup of coffee and declare, "This one will get finished before it's cold." (Sure it will. No it won't. Who am I kidding,) Glance at the clock, "HOLY CRAP!" how does time fly that fast when all I need is for it to SLOW DOWN!
You know, I remember working desk jobs. Mornings were fine. The first hour no one worked anyway. We all just got coffee in the break room and talked about our evening after work the night before, who's doing what tonight after work, who's going where for lunch today, what errands so and so has to run at lunch today. The weather usually pops in there somewhere, the latest world crisis, everyone takes a turn giving their opinion. The fact that someone feels like their coming down with something, someone always feels fat which leads to the latest diet craze.
Finally after an hour, you're at your desk, straightening, writing out your to-do list, which might just include, a grocery list. Thinking about what your making for dinner, etc. then you work. Lunch hour is there in a flash and you joyfully run out to satisfy your taste buds. Back to work and from 1:00 o'clock until 5:00 o'clock it is as though the clock actually stops ticking. In fact, I could sit and stare at it and it didn't move at all. "The clock is broken!" I'd yell out everyday around 3:00 o'clock. A co-worker usually rolled his eyes because he knew exactly what I was saying, "Could this day move any slower?" The answer to that is, "No. It couldn't."
Haha. I remember at the end of the day, ten minutes to five, you just can't take it anymore, so you decide to head to the bathroom to waste what is left of this long day. You mosey your way down the hall, you use the toilet whether you need to or not, after all, you're there. You diligently wash your hands. You look yourself over in the mirror, play with your hair, head back to your desk and it's still ten minutes to 5:00. (Really?!) You look up at the ceiling as though you are asking for someone to explain.
But now, in these two morning hours I have before I must be to work, the clock is on, "Fast-forward." In fact, I'm getting two minutes for the price of one. Look at that clock go! I can definitely say, "The Clock Is Working Now!" Lol. This is probably some type of mystical joke. Anyway, today I sit here and I can sincerely hear the clock just around the corner ticking away. Its ticking is mocking me as I write. So before I get up and throw my now, cold cup of coffee in its ever taunting face, I suppose I shall close. Good luck with the slow down, and try, try, to keep up with the fast forward!
Oh yes, and have a great day.
S.
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