Or, how only long weekend of the year suddenly became the shortest weekend ever.
What I thought was the light at the end of the tunnel: a 4 day weekend
What it turned out to be: working for 3 out of 4 holidays, now painfully hoping I will get tomorrow off to recover
What I had planned: go to Palolem, buy an oven, finish reading my book
What I ended up doing: going to work, no oven in sight this weekend, still haven’t finished the presentation we’re working on, and the book lies ignored
What I wanted: a break
What I got: 3 extra days of work. YAY!
What I have been trying to do: finish a half-written post since Monday, 23rd January 2012
What I have done: etched and beveled away at it in fits and starts, but have just not found the time to tie it all together and bloody finish it
What I thought I could do: enjoy this work despite the ruined holiday, because the truth is, this is the kind of work that makes work
What has happened: a too many cooks situation. And the broth? Its not very appetising
So there. That’s what I’ve been up to.