It’s just been ONE OF THOSE WEEKS! What could go wrong pretty much has gone wrong – clients wanting the impossible yesterday* is just a minor detail compared with the major crisis ‘the boss’ is going through right now (which I’m not going to go into here, but it’s pretty bad); trouble is it’s a minor detail made worse by the fact that my faithful assistant (aka ‘the boss’) is currently only about half with me in mind and spirit and three-quarters in body … i.e. she’s out of the office quite a bit sorting out other problems. So I’m having to work extra hours to make up for that and to provide the clients with their required impossible yesterday. I am, after all, just your average miracle worker.
Anyway, on top of all that I’ve just completed the sample for a major assessment piece for my City and Guilds embroidery (which I’m working on to a deadline) … and I HATE IT, HATE IT, HATE IT, to the point where I’ve spent hours on the damn thing and now I’m thinking of having a total turnaround and doing something entirely different…. but worried I don’t have the time.
Now if you’re the creative type you’re probably thinking, ‘Aah well, you’ve obviously completed the sample in such a negative mood that your dislike just reflecting that; put it away and look at it tomorrow and you’ll love it.’ Well you might be right … but I really don’t think you are! I was actually quite relaxed this evening until I finished this dratted sample and got a proper look at it … (It’s complicated but you kind of have to remove a layer to see the final result, and I removed it and went eeeeeeeeeoooow!)
Still, there are some serious bright sides at the moment. I suppose I just need to really concentrate on those … somehow. The bosses crisis looks like it’s resolving itself, maybe even by tomorrow – everything crossed for that! And I got home yesterday to find a big bunch of flowers waiting for me (from hubby before anyone gets the wrong idea), and a Warehouse 13 DVD. (OK, the Warehouse 13 DVD wasn’t actually bought for me specifically … hubby bought it anyway, but I decided to appropriate it for a pressie to make me feel better. It was working too … until that dratted sample.)
But on the very, very bright side I’m not only NOT having a flare; I’m not even hurting; I actually feel pretty fine physically. That’s a pretty big bright side so I need to give myself a good kick up the backside and pull myself together, I reckon!
If only it was that easy…
* No, not you Mrs Mooseface, if you’re reading this. You at least want the possible yesterday! :o)