Project 289 - Day 56 : The Dosai at the Eye of the Storm

What a nasty day.

Tuesdays are not usually my favourite day of the week, a fact I am sure I must have noted in previous blogs. They are this weird nothing day that sits near the beginning of the week, tainted by its dangerously close association with the calendar's pariah, Monday, but not far enough into it to draw the warmth and affection that Hump Day (Wednesday), Little Friday (Thursday, in the charming lexicon of the American South), and TGIF (Friday). In short, they are unloved, useless and destined to languish in the the nowhere land of workers' hearts.

They are also, in my cubicle-defined, Outlook-saturated world, the day when it all happens....  and I mean everything! All the meetings that people cooked up on Mondays come to me for scheduling (usually on top of the myriad other meetings already swarming over the calendar like flies on putrefying carcass), the trading report needs to be prepared for that day's senior management team meeting (drawing data from disparate sources, not all of whom get me the data at the same time), and a thousand other tasks coming screaming out of the woodwork - OK melamine-covered wood products sourced from local and imported trashed forests, the destruction of which may or may doom us for all eternity... see I told you work is bad for you! LOL - like mad ghosts intent on haunting the living till they go mad. Such a pretty picture huh?

Add to that, the fact that today's SMT meeting was a mishmash of thrown in agenda items, that completely swamped the actual agenda, and meant that the rambling talkfest lasted till 6.20 pm, way past it's scheduled finishing point, and I was a very big stress bunny getting on to the bus. I called my ever patient lovely man (seen cutting up a spicy potato dosai above), who talked me down from my emotional precipice, and after an hour of calming travel back to Newtown (thank you iPod!), we had a lovely, relaxing dinner where we discussed "Four Corners" report on the rugby league, Hillsong's grab for power and money (or 'spreading the gospel' if you are one of the gullible few!), at one of my favourite restaurants, Posh Spice. 

By the end of a great conversation, and a lot of staring into his kind blue eyes, and staring at his beguiling smile (and a few cuddles and kisses before I got out of the car when he dropped me home), I was much more at peace. Not exactly centred and zen-like - ha! Like that will ever happen to the anxiety bunny that I am at times! LOL - but calm, and aware that it was one bad day in a sea of mostly OK days. 

We'll see how long that mindset lasts on Wednesday!!