Blank Faces

Today, I have spoken on the phone.

I am currently in a job role in which I have only a handful of people that I deal with on a regular basis. It is mostly contact by email, although I will speak to them on the phone if appropriate. I am the singular point of contact for these people, they know me by name and I them, the same. 

So, I know their names and I've heard most of their voices. But I've never met them. I don't know what they look like. It's slightly weird. I kind of imagine most people to be older, or more experienced, or more senior than me. I don't really know why that is. There's no reason why the person on the other end of the email isn't just as young as me, or have equivalent experience to me. There's a necessity to be professional at times, but sometimes I find it strange to speak so professionally with someone who is essentially, just like me. Hey, we could even be friends? 

It's weird, to think that the person I am speaking to is not some Big Corporate Person, but could just be a graduate girl in her twenties, someone I could have known at university, someone I could bump into on a Saturday night.  It's weird, to think, that I could encounter these people and not even know that they are the person I speak to on a weekly basis. It's not unreasonable that I could be in the same bars or shops if ever I were in the area. I wouldn't even know it. I could pass them in the street and not even know it.

Isn't that kind of odd? So for work, as for the internet. It's the bizarro world we live in, getting to know people before you meet them. Very strange. 

Flitterbox: James ~ Who Are You
Flitterbook: Jacob M. Appel ~ The Man Who Wouldn't Stand Up

Bonne Année

Today, I have accumulated over five years of Flitterbee.

I am forever making resolutions. Whether it’s new year, lent, spring equinox, summer solstice, academic new year, the first of any month, start of the week or simply a sunny afternoon, I will find reason enough for tomorrow to be a fresh start. I rarely tend to follow these resolutions through, but it's not long before a chance to amend my ways comes around again.

Generally, I think I prefer retrospective resolutions - I look back on the year, at whatever date marker I deem appropriate, and admire my achievements, even if I had not singled them out at the offset. In this way, I haven't failed. I can just remember all the things I have done, rather than what I haven't managed. There are a few things I would like to happen this year, but they are not so much resolving to change my ways as specific goals. Of course, there are always aspects that I would like to do in a general "be a better version of me" sense, but these are gradual and need greater motivation than the mere chink & cheer of glasses raised upon the welcome of the new calendar year. 

I want to read more; I have a kindle now, so it is more convenient. I want to listen to different music; I need to update my digital music device. I want to write more frequently; it's been a while. I want to capture special moments; I want to make interesting memories. I want to do all of these and more, always and not just because it is new year. These are the continual aims are less measurable - "more" is harder to judge and I can't commit myself to put a discrete value on it. So, I will do what I can and see how it goes.

Happy New Year!

Flitterbox: Girls Aloud ~ No Good Advice

Flitterbook: Swimming Home ~ Deborah Levy