The hours

12 hours of my life:

8am Oh, why did I stay up so late last night? Why do I stay up so late every night? Why does amnesia set in during the course of the day, meaning I start the day with great intentions thinking “I’m going to bed soooo early tonight” and end the day thinking “Just ten more minutes” until it’s 2am?!

9am So it’s off to work I go. Obviously the snooze-button got utilised a to the max this morning so I’ve eaten no breakfast and am feeling super-grumpy (magnify this ten-fold as it’s a Monday). Weather is craptastic which is not helping matters. Nor the fact that every radio station is filled with either fist-shaking racists or ‘guess the year’ 80s pop. Shut up!

10am Need coffee. Need coffee.

11am Work today seems to mainly consist of adding red, white and blue bunting to various banner ads and promotional materials – judging from all the email newsletter I’m mysteriously signed-up to receive, I don’t think I’m the only graphic designer suffering this fate! Actually I’m quite OK with jubilee-fever, it’s soothing work actually – and it beats working as a [ insert worst job in world here… acid miner? vagazzler? tiger dentist? ].

12pm See 11am.

1pm 1 o’clock means it’s time for the gourmet masterpiece that is my lunch; egg sammo, crisps and diet coke. Thank frack for diet coke.

2pm It’s a very good job I don’t work from home because I’d definitely be needing a little lie down right about now.

3pm Just one meeting today and luckily it was a quickie. And look, I think the sun is shining now too! Not exactly paddling-pool weather or lessons under the shade of a tree heat but MUCH better. Well done, climate! (Shame I’m hermetically sealed into an office building).

4pm Am cracking on with my work but I’m on auto-pilot now – my only conscious thoughts are the two battling in my head: “Let’s have a coffee, and maybe a bun, too!” vs. “Addict! No coffee for you and definitely no bun either, fatty!” (The rude one is winning. It’s probably for the best).

5pm Didn’t have the coffee (or the bun). Feeling a bit crazed to be honest – my brain has a back-log of ideas it’s been churning away throughout the day which I’ve had to hit the pause button on until I get home from work. Not long now!

6pm Home! Slippers on. (Are slippers just for toddlers and oldies? I don’t care!) Now I can have a coffee, surely? (Alter ego has said it’s OK but I’m not allowed biccies).

7pm This is the bit of the day I need to improve – I end up wasting so much time. I’m being pulled in so many different directions I end up chasing my tail and doing very little (dinner, cleaning, reading, writing, laundry, photography, sketching, ironing, planning, exercise, socialising, blogging…) help!

8pm Have decided on blogging (obviously). And cooking/eating (stuffed tomatoes). And NOT ironing, cleaning, doing any housework etc). You get the picture.

This takes us up to right now; that’s twelve hours of my life. How was your day?