There's not much in life I dislike (if you believe that you'll believe anything), but DEADLINES are right up there, along with one or two other things that shall remain nameless. I suppose I've got used to working in my own time, at my own pace and in my own order. All this rushing towards dates malarkey is soul destroying. And, yes I do know that to some people, deadlines mean excitement, adrenalin rush, empowerment. To me, they're the thing that stops me getting out and scaring myself and that's DEPRESSING : (
Being a bit scared makes us happy, as long as it's the right kind of scared.
Since I got started at the Turn Around House last Autumn, I've found myself dancing to other peoples' tunes. There was a lot of work to be done before the people moved in, and a bit more afterwards too. I was bang on schedule too. All that I had left to do there amounted to about a weeks work; less if I got a shift on, but on Boxing Day, Sams' place grabbed me and once again I was on a mission. Now her place is off my hands for a couple, or so, months, it's all back to normal. I have a list a mile long of jobs to do, but no one telling me when I must do them.
So today I measured up the Turn Around house' loft and went to the tip with half their garden, and finally it was down to The Plot, before sorting tools and wood for fun in the loft tomorrow. It was a pleasant, bimbling, kind of day. Now, it turns out, I'll be in school all day tomorrow. Luckily the Turn Around House is very forgiving of its' handy girly.
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