sorry mr baldie

Oh so the last few months have whizzed by. In a whirlwind of, wirly windy whizz by-ness.

Since my brief start-of-the-year angst and career crisis I got absorbed in a, well a very absorbing, project at work, that saw me working weekends and basically soaking up every spare minute. I like this, up to a point, because it soaks up any spare time for navel gazing, and career crisising, but I also don't like it because it soaks up time for cloud gazing, and having proper weekends, and sleep ins and all the fun stuff. But it is funny how satisfying that kind of 'completely in motion' feeling can be. Probably a little addictive to my one, maybe still a bit, workaholic self.

For example, I realised I hadn't cooked a meal for 3 weeks, except a sloppy Japanese style curry that caught on fire and I'm guessing breakfast doesn't really count.

I also said yes to help with some recruitment processes at work in that time, which have ended up being astonishingly time consuming. I wont go into details about the how many people/ how many hours / how many meetings nexus, but leave you to just imagine it. Hint - imagine a few more of all of the above, then add a couple more, and you'll get close to gauging how much extra time it's taken. A high point has been actually being able to offer people jobs - that bit is fun, and almost (almost) compensates for all the hard decisions and painful 'sorry you didn't get the job' calls.

But it wasn't my intention to complain (per say...). Just to explain my shitty complete lack of writing or blog-reading. And maybe why my fingers are tired now and probably not channeling much spark or wit or colourful language.

And also, re house moving, you might be wondering what happened there? Well, one of my housemates and I have decided, for now, to stay and split the rent 2 ways rather than 3. It's an expensive-ish but convenient decision, which hopefully will tide us both over till at least the middle of the year by which time maybe we'll each have some more spare time and energy to do something more decisive and different.

Oh and traveling. A couple of trips to Canberra for work. I am not a slick and gorgeous traveler, though I try. I am somewhat daunted still by those other red eye travelers who manage to pince their way confidently through early mornings on patent leather heels and swishy hair and funky handbags, while I walk on the plane slightly bumbling with a shoulder bag and lap top bag and cloth shopping bag full of handouts - somehow there is no combination of arranging those bags that does not result in smacking someone in the shoulder or head as you walk down that aisle. Regrettably. And not just once, but every step you take, over-correcting to protect the people on the left from the laptop you twist a little and accidentally grind through the people on the right with handbag. etc. One look at my shoes (scuffed), hair (newly cut but stoically haywire), makeup (what makeup) should let them know that I don't do this daily, and lack the slick business traveler gene that makes that stuff easy.

The worst though was standing at the end of my row and leaning up to push said laptop into overhead cubby hole only to realise (did he hurrrumph? is that how I knew?) that the man on the end of my row, who's head was disconcertingly at kind of my boob height was getting my handbag in his face. He scowled, and looked offended and so I apologised and by way of apology...I PATTED HIS HEAD! I patted his head to apologise for smacking his head and then realised - of course - that it is not at all cool to pat a baldie middle aged man with pompous military vibes on the head like he is some happy lucky Buddha or small child, but then of course - you can't take it back. So I scuttled into my seat and poked my nose in a book and hoped to disappear.