Where to start?
Blue Monday is the last Monday is January, hyped up by the media as the most depressing day of the year, for a variety of reasons. I can see the sentiment, my first Monday back at work is monotonous and dull, I feel like I am getting nowhere and I am directly asked why exactly I have chosen to be here? Honestly, I wonder that myself, every single day.
Tuesday followed, in which the fact that I despise my daily occupation is reinforced. Next comes the day that shall henceforth be known as Acid Wednesday, in which I manage to burn my forehead with concentrated sulfuric acid and again, reaffirm the fact that I am a complete incompetent idiot. I have a restless night due to kneeache and a drunk dialler. Then Thursday, well, it's an oral assessment, in which I fail to demonstrate my knowledge of even the most simple concepts and compounds that I have been studying for the past three months. Friday arrives, at last, and the dip improves when I am asked to aid a person in a senior position as my experiments have succeeded where his have failed, so how about I try to explain to him what I'm doing right? That would be fine, if I knew how or why what I was doing does actually work, and if it was consistent in doing so.
This has not been a good week. I haven't slept well, I haven't performed well, and I feel awful about well, a lot of things. It's been a bad month, January often is. But come Monday, both a new week and a new month begins and I can sweep the time and trials that have passed under the carpet and start afresh.
Tonight, I am having an early night. Tomorrow, I'm going shopping.
On the jukebox: Ok Go ~ Here It Goes Again
There's not much I can say here, except that I hope you're OK, and I hope things get better soon, and I would hug you right now if I could. And if it's any help, I always derive a lot of comfort from knowing that my cousins, all of whom are about five-ten years older than me, started off their twenties unsure of themselves and not particularly happy and things have absolutely without exception improved for them all as they get older. So if nothing else, time, life experience and things - we'll get older and it will all get better. xxx
ReplyDeleteThat weekend also turned out to be the one in which I got asked out by two different people? And rejected both offers, despite lack of better options. Oh, boys. Oh, buses.
ReplyDeleteIt is now May and I have made no progress in my life, labwise or lovewise. C'est la vie.