How come weekdays seem to drag on forever and weekends fly by?That's my question that I'm putting to the masses today. Last week seemed like the longest week ever at work. It may have been because we're all a little stressed in our office due to the inevitable buyout of our company. We think we should have jobs but no one knows for sure. Combine that with a temporary order that everyone has to dress in business casual for two weeks...and you get a pretty stressed out office.
Not that it's really such a hardship to dress in business casual. I used to have to do it every day. It's amazing how spoiled you get though when you find out you can wear a sweatshirt and jeans to work. Suddenly, it seems like a right, not a privilege. Normally, I enjoy dressing up a little but the minute someone says I have to, I no longer want to. I like being contrary sometimes.
Yet after such a long week, the weekend flew by in a blur. I had dinner with a friend on Friday, dinner with another friend on Saturday and a trip to one of my favourite grocery stores EVER in between. The store is Jungle Jim's International Market and is huge with a fantastic supply of wine, a bakery, the best produce section...ever and, best of all, areas dedicated to groceries from around the world. They have a great British section. It's so wonderful to see the jars of marmite, tins of Heinz beans, cans of Bisto gravy granules just sitting there like it's nothing special. Those things are a staple of any British ex-pat and you wouldn't believe how much you miss them when you can't find them. There are some things that just make life better because they're comforting and most of these things I can find at Jungle Jim's.
The only problem with Jungle Jim's is that I spend too much. I blame the produce section. I tend to get a little batty when surrounded by fresh produce; suddenly everything looks wonderful and I must have it. I tried to restrain myself on Saturday but still came home with a cartful of produce.
Yet it's not also the produce section; it's the bakery and the British section. Going to the grocery store on any given day is fun for me so Jungle Jim's is like going to Disneyland. Needless to say I spent three hours there.
The rest of my weekend was nice. I sent out more queries yesterday. I used the pitch from my Amazon.com entry. It's a good pitch but trying to find an agent even with a good pitch is like trying to catch a bird with a handful of breadcrumbs and a lasso of string: In theory, it's should work but, in reality, it's never as easy to lasso a bird with a piece of string.
Yet I live in hope. If not, I'll do what I normally do: Pound my head against a wall, have a day or two of self-pity in which my friends and mother, wonderful people that they are, tell me that it'll happen one day and not to give up. Then I start again. It's a vicious cycle but a necessary one.
So today begins a new week, hopefully a less stressful one. The snow has melted, the temperature is supposed to be near sixty degrees and it's supposed to be calmer in our office. I'll allow the warmer temperatures for a while but I hope for one more bout of snow before Spring truly arrives.
In the meantime, rejections or not, I'm determined to make this week better just by trying to enjoy life instead of trying to hide from the stress that surrounds me. I have tricks for doing this. I've discovered that the "Bale Out" remix of Christian Bale's on-set rant makes me giggle uncontrollably. Christian Bale is proof that we all have bad days at work, no matter what our job. I feel bad for him that his bad day was recorded. When my day is bad, all I can do is call my poor mother and vent to her. She's a great listener and usually, a good vent session is all I need to make going into the office bearable the next day.
Yet since it's a Monday and I'm trying to be positive, I'm hoping that there are no bad days this week. I'll keep you posted on that.
Happy Monday.
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