8 December 2005
Yes, I've been overdoing things.
Yes, I've been pushing my luck.
No, that's no reason for Murphy to start paying close attention to my daily doings and start throwing spanners.
Because obviously, when I think to myself "ah, I just have to get through the frantic fortnight then I can settle down to do the really cool thing at work that I can't quite believe I'm getting to do, along with a couple of other fairly small things and I can set up everything for that big project I've been given responsibility for and that'll be quite a nice relaxing week to set me up for the busyness that will follow just before and after Christmas", I really want to be given a complex, difficult, incredibly politically sensitive project to do that's incredibly urgent and needs to be done in significantly less time than usually allocated for such a project and also have to take a day out to go to an important meeting in a different office (the fastest journey to which requires me to change trains not once, but twice!), leaving me one day to shoe-horn all the other bits I'd planned to do and not actually get to do any of the nice project at all.
... and obviously, when I wake up on that one day, feeling a bit out of sorts, I want it to be an arse-about-tit migraine that starts with the feeling sick and doesn't develop the funny eye and splitting headache symptoms until I'm six feet from the front door of the office, making me exclaim in surprise as the pain arrived like a combination of lightning bolt/axe to the head and then feel even more queasy as my vision started to go fuzzy/blurry round the edges in a manner not unlike trying to look out of a window when there's water running down it.
... and obviously in being stubborn enough to try and use mind-over-matter to make it go away I will stay in the open plan office (albeit in the semi-dark) and endure the pain of every word spoken in my immediate vicinity being like a blow to the head and not be able to capitalise on my sudden ability to overhear conversations way out of my usual range, because these feel like someone dragging a cheese-grater repeatedly over my brain.
... and obviously, when I finally give in and go home, the usually quiet train will be packed so I won't be able to get a seat even though the nausea is back and I feel like I'm going to barf/pass out at any minute.
... and obviously, when I finally get home I'll be completely unable to find the injectable migraine medication I know I have somewhere, and will crawl into bed pleading for the bastard to give me a break and let the gods of sleep grant me a few hours of restful and restorative shut-eye.
... and obviously, when they grant this request, I'll be woken by the noise of footsteps outside my bedroom, rudely and with a start, my body going instantly into panic that I've overslept and it's morning and I'll miss the first of the three trains that I need to board to take me to the very important meeting I need to attend in the other office and my heart will be racing and it'll take vital seconds for me to be able to focus on the nearest clock and realise that I've been asleep for a whole two fucking hours.
... and obviously any relief that I may have felt will be immediately replaced by irritation that not only am I now awake, but my head hurts worse and it feels even more like someone is trying to push my eyeballs out of my head from the inside.
... and obviously I won't be able to get back to sleep and don't feel well enough to make anything to eat even if I did have an appetite, which I don't, and so I'll lie staring at the wall for a bit before opening the laptop, even though it makes the pain worse, because the boredom makes the pain worse and any distraction is very welcome.
... and obviously, when I accidentally find the aforementioned migraine medication while looking for something else entirely, it will be three years out of date cos that's how long it's been since I had a migraine of this magnitude and thus not safe to use.
... and obviously this will mean that because I've changed doctors three times in the last three years, I won't be able to phone the surgery and arrange for a repeat prescription that I can collect on my way back from the big important meeting in the other office because the doctor will need to see me because they can't just prescribe drugs on the say so of a desperate sounding pleading woman so I'll need to make an appointment to go and see him which I won't be able to get tomorrow afternoon.
... and obviously this will mean that the migraine will drag on through the big important meeting, through the afternoon working at home which I was intending to do and will mean that I really won't be able to deal with going to see Lee Evans at Wembley, which I was unexpectedly offered a ticket for earlier this week.
So yeah, I'm a little grumpy.
Murphy. Gotta love him.
The malevolent old c*nt
(((Hug)))
Apologies for lack of originality
1.Murphy's Law: Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong
2.Newton's Third Law: Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
3.Cole's Law: thinly sliced cabbage.
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