With the exception of the 5 days of freak sunshine we had in London last week, we seem to be in a perma-winter. Each morning I get up at exactly 6.35am. No snoozing. I’m sure most people keep their dreaming to their sleepy time, not me. I wake up in the morning and, in the 5 steps it takes me to get to my window, I dare to dream! Dream that when I pull back my curtain I will see blue for miles. A cloudless summer sky with the promise of a sun so high in the sky it would a Disney movie to shame. But alas, no happy ending for me, or beginning (to my day) as is the case. Now I’m not complaining too much about the weather in London. I’m from the west coast of Ireland. If you want to know what a thermo-nuclear winter feels like, go to a wedding in Munster in July. I’m just demonstrating that I live a life of hopeful dreaming for 4 seconds each morning before I look out the window. This week’s weather has been particularly bad and it’s reminded me of a November in Ireland. Yesterday I christened this month ‘Juvember‘. I was so impressed with my absolutely ingenious word-formation that I thought of it thought of it every time I looked at the time and date in the bottom right of my screen. I gave myself a mental pat on the back every time the word popped into my head. I wasn’t, however, so self praising when I got into work this morning to find an invoice I had approved yesterday back on my desk with a post-it from our Account telling me he ‘wasn’t aware they ran on a thirteen month calendar in Ireland – but it explains a lot’ So…how to hide your crazy in this situation? Don’t be selfish with your creative genius like I was! If I had shared this gem with my colleagues then this invoice mistake would have been seen as a – quite hilarious – inside joke
Posted on: Thu, 13 Jun 2013 21:54:02 +0000
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