Croissants Under Stress
It was a Sunday many years ago, and I was at work.
The pressure of upcoming deadlines had been on for some time; I had been working on several weekends in a row, with no breaks. I was starting to fray under the pressure.
I had brought my lunch in with me, purchased fresh from the bakery, and as I unpacked it, a strange thought occurred to me.
I held up a croissant for my neighbouring cow-orker to see, and proclaimed loudly "Croissant!"
I then flipped it over, so it curved upwards, with the two tips pointing to the ceiling, and proclaimed "Happy-ant!"
I laughed at this sight gag for a while. Then I sat silently with my face in my hands for a while, as I realised how this reflected on my stress levels.
The pressure of upcoming deadlines had been on for some time; I had been working on several weekends in a row, with no breaks. I was starting to fray under the pressure.
I had brought my lunch in with me, purchased fresh from the bakery, and as I unpacked it, a strange thought occurred to me.
I held up a croissant for my neighbouring cow-orker to see, and proclaimed loudly "Croissant!"
I then flipped it over, so it curved upwards, with the two tips pointing to the ceiling, and proclaimed "Happy-ant!"
I laughed at this sight gag for a while. Then I sat silently with my face in my hands for a while, as I realised how this reflected on my stress levels.