Physical Limit
I’ve been pushing through work and juggling my social life through February. It seems I’m making new friends and reconnecting with old ones all the time. Weekends and evenings were no longer just the quiet moments but full of activities.
There have also been changes at my work. We have created a new department which roped my marketing team of 2 in with 2 other departments to pursue new directions. The new Boss Man is first a friend. Much like my relationship with my boss Nhien, because we are friends first, communications are open in both directions. It makes for very successful partnership I think, but yet also frustrating. You see, the new department is like new found toy. There are constantly “Oooh! I want to do THIS!” and “Yeah, let’s do THAT!” which tend to throw a wrench at both us and another department.
The perfect analogy for my current work situation, which my colleagues agreed on, is that the New Department is like a box of marbles spilled across the floor. Your day-to-day responsibility is like the door you’re trying to reach. You want to get to the door but you keep tripping on the marbles and falling down. You pick up the marble and put it back in the box and keep going toward the door but there will be another marble to trip you up. You eventually get to the door but you’re now all banged up. AND you’re late. Eventually, we will all learn to navigate the marbles and manage to pick them all up AND get to the door gracefully. In the meantime, put on your helmet, kids–it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.
Now, the Big Event just wrapped up without much of hitch on Wednesday. So a huge weight has been lifted but yet more are on the way. In all of this, I’m trying to squeeze in an hour here and there to study Italian. I’ve been neglecting homework because I thought I can totally do this without much help, but every week I fall further and further behind. I’m realizing the reason why I struggle so much with it is because I’m learning a third language on my second language.
To use Hugh Laurie’s analogy of going to the set of House being the only one who has to add an accent, it’s like going to a battle with a fish when everyone else has a sword. Almost everyone in class is a native English speaker. Most also speak Spanish even a little bit. I’m there with Thai being my native tongue and here I am learning a new language on my second language. My head is translating it front and back and left and right before I come to some conclusions. However, the benefit of my Thai tongue is that I can roll the R’s and sound the hard T’s better than anyone.
So here I am, trying to be a better student and put in some homework time. On top of that, I still have to find time to cook–which, sadly, I’ve been able to do strictly on the weekends, to keep the blogs up to date, and to wrap up my tax paperwork. Hey, at least the office is in order now. I just have to comb through the pre-sorted bill and reconcile everything.
Oh, and today I had Italian class in the morning, was supposed to be at a salsa workshop at noon, bake a cake, then off to a baby shower at 4 and a birthday dinner at 7. Thankfully the last 2 parties are at the same place.
At this level, I thought for sure I would go down with a cold after the Big Event. I ended up with massive allergies starting at the event. My stomach has been warring with me pretty much for 2 weeks. And then my back decided to throw a coup as I was having a nice relaxing dinner with Brandon.
It’s like my brain knows of the maddening schedule I have ahead of me today. So last night on behalf of the entire body, my back muscles decided to throw a tantrum and seized up.
So, no salsa today. And up until now, I’ve been laying flat on the couch, nursing the stout left in the bottle from making my chocolate Guinness cake with some Ibuprofen.
I don’t know if having been a better eater helps stemmed the physical meltdown I usually have after a stressful period of time. You know, my usual 24 hour of low fever and energy zap? Not happening this time. So the body just went for the most recent injury, my back, and uses THAT to punish me.
Well, I’m soldiering on anyway. At least tomorrow all I have to do is type up notes for Thrill the World and go to the meeting at 7 p.m.
But then there’s the farmers market I want to get to, dinner I want to make, and the paperwork…FUCKIN’ PAPERWORK!!!
*sigh*
So, how is your week/weekend?
