Hmm, my muse seems to be on strike again. All through the week I’ve known exactly what I wanted to put into the next post, and yet each time I actually had 5 minutes to get something down in Word I find that my head has emptied totally...
The last week has been an interesting one. On one hand I’ve been coming down gently from my trip out last week. On the other hand I’ve hit the ground with a bump. A contradiction I know – but there is just no other way that I can put it.
I was a great night, followed by a terrible weekend – I’ve never been a person that can survive on little sleep, and staying up for 22 hours, followed by 4 hours sleep just does not make me a healthy person. Lots of sleep, and zero alcohol managed to aid a decent level of recovery.
Work has been too busy – the stress of not knowing what to do next, as opposed the stress of just knowing that something has to be done. I didn’t help that I was constantly being given conflicting information / instructions from management. Too many people working on the same solution; Thursday was particularly bad with a one hour meeting that ended with senior management seeing that path forward and telling us what we should have been doing. Turns out this path forward is what I and other techies have been saying for a few years... So annoying.
But, I digress. The bumps were something that I was semi-expecting, but had not seen coming in the first 48 hours or so. Mrs Stace went with her mother to see Tosca on Tuesday evening (I’m so jealous about that – I’d love to see that live) and it ended very late. So she stayed with her parents as they are closer to the opera house, and to where Mrs Stace works. I went to my normal Tuesday appointment at my in laws and then came home to an empty house. No panicking ala Ikea a couple of weeks ago, just an empty house. I hate being away from Mrs Stace – I’m possibly a little to clingy in that respect. Anyway, I sat down and watched some TV before going to bed – and that’s where it got a little bad. There is a phrase that I’ve seen around in various blogs that just about hit the point perfectly. Girl envy. In one of the programs was an actress that had the hair I would love, and was wearing the fashion of my choice. And that will never be me - I will never be able to pull that look off. Even *if* I transitioned, a couple decades of the effects of testosterone, whilst not doing as much damage as they could, have certainly done enough... There were tears and I didn’t go to bed particularly happily.
That has then been the pattern for the week really, still really happy about the night out. But with patches of real envy throughout the week.
Here’s hoping the next week just keeps the more positive side of things :) (Please don't get me wrong - it's been a good week, just with periods of being brought down with a bump, before bouncing back up)
Oh yes, one last thing. In reply to my last post there were a few interesting comments, and I think I’m going to answer them in more detail – but I’m going to make sure that I think about that reply and not quickly type something up. Eigenlijk that was the subject that I had in my head before the muse decided to depart me at the point where I could write something...