Thursday, 17th May, 2018.
Woke up, checked my phone. Started the day nicely with a rejection email to a job interview. No one likes rejections, but luckily, I wasn’t sure it was for me anyway, so not too bad. Got myself up, dressed, then had to do my Pilates; a daily routine to try and help my ailing back and neck. Some days, I get up and feel a bit better, but oh no, not today. Got up from the yoga mat, and could hardly walk. Left side jammed, with pain down into my butt. The neck problem makes my head sometimes feel like it has a pressure build up, making my hearing go as if under a tunnel. It usually only lasts a few seconds… but of course, today being what it is, it was at least a minute or more.
After clearing my head and back jam, I got washed and dressed and went to make breakfast. I had some lovely grapes in the fridge, so washed them and put them in a bowl. It had a long wooden stem on the bunch, so I took a knife to cut it down to fit the bowl…. Yep, sawed right into my finger. A deep gash. Thankfully, I knew I had a plaster or two, so put one on whilst desperately trying to stop the blood gushing out. Of course it wasn’t enough so I also wrapped a ton of surgical tape round it. Apart from a small amount of seepage, this worked.
To work. Today I had a writing day planned. A collaborative affair with a colleague and dear friend, via Skype. What could possibly go wrong? My set up is this: old Mac Pro with a large (and heavy) screen. With my neck and back problems being an ongoing chronic issue, and sitting in front of a computer being a known ‘no-no’, I had managed to make myself a homemade standing work station for myself; screen on small ornate coffee table, placed on top of my normal table, keyboard on 2 gaffer-taped together box files sitting on top of a small plastic storage box. This had been working brilliantly, and for some weeks. But today?
As I attempted to prepare for my waiting writing collaborator (I was, by this time, running a fair bit behind) my screen had somehow dislodged from its usual position and was tilting a little precariously. On adjusting it, aside from scratching the beautifully finished table, the brightness button, (geniusly positioned underneath the screen) turned itself down. Attempting to awkwardly lift this heavy screen (remember, positioned on the small coffee table to raise it), a wasp flew in and was incessantly buzzing around. I couldn’t see it, but I knew it was near. I told it to f**k off. But it kept buzzing.
After several attempts to reposition the screen back to how it had been for weeks, each time readjusting the brightness – WITH my bloody (actual, not swearing) finger only to have it darken each time I let the screen go (sloooowly), and with the incessant buzzing, possibly adding to the frustration, I decided to give in to the situation and agonisingly lifted the screen off the table (engaging my core muscles first of course… the Pilates taught me something!) Having placed it back down safely, I went to look for another, hopefully more suitable platform to put the screen on. It was at this point that a huge black fly came in too (the wasp still buzzing elsewhere). Fed up and frustrated I told the fly, somewhat louder, to also f**k off, this time with flailing arms, managing to knock a lantern – with a glass inner tube off it’s ‘been there for ages’ hanging position, smashing it to smithereens on my stone tiled floor.
With my cat, thankfully safely outside in the garden (broken glass worries the hell out of me, as there are always so many tiny fragments, which is not a good idea with soft paddy paws around) I took the brush and pan and with a mighty plastic bag, picked up and bagged all the main pieces. Then just to make sure, vacuumed the floor too. (All this with a bad back (and neck) and while my writing partner patiently waiting (via the odd text) for me to be ready…). I then found a new ‘thing’ to put the screen on, and re-set it – and the angle was perfect and the brightness stayed put!
Finally I was ready to commence. I use my MacBook for Skype so a) I can see a full screen on the Mac Pro to work on, and b) because the (now newly repositioned) large screen has no camera… but the MacBook has one built it – same with audio. So all good for Skyping. I logged in… but wait…. WHY WAS THERE NO CAMERA!!! Preferences: ‘There is no camera available’. It’s a fecking MacBook!! <face palm>. FFS!! Enough already!! Only option? Shut down and re-start it…
It’s an old machine and pretty much runs on steam it’s THAT slow. While it rebooted, I made my ‘morning’ coffee to calm me down and did what an old Irish boyfriend once told me when things are all going wrong, turn round one and a half times. It means you are facing the wrong way… but I just walk off and get back to where I actually want to be. It worked!!! I logged on, texted my writing partner that I was ready, and he Skype-called me – with video all happening and all back on track. Yay!
Just as we said our hellos, someone knocked on his door. He came back after dealing with it, then he got a phone call… then the bloke who had been at the door (a gardener) needed to check something with him in the garden, then his girlfriend needed his help on something…. <sigh> Sometimes, things are JUST not meant to be. Needless to say, we didn’t have a very productive writing day, I think we may have had a half an hour to re-cap what it was we had hoped to get on with.
So that was my Thursday. At least the wasp, the fly and Murphy (the one with the sodding law, not the ex-boyfriend) all went away. So I guess there’s always ‘tomorrow’. Right now, I have to go to the chiropractor.
Till the next time, I’ll bid you farewell and I hope you all have a smooth-running weekend!
(Written on Thursday, finished on Friday.)