Springtime insanity
It is officially springtime, moving toward summer, here in Copenhagen. How do I know? Well, it's not the weather, that's fer sure. It's my head.
I can't seem to concentrate on - or remember - a damn thing. This is a problem when you've just started a new job and you've only been working there 2 weeks and you've already managed to fuck up showing up at the correct time - if at all! - 3 times. My boss has been amazingly cool about it, but told me today that he was 'surprised, because [I] seem so structered otherwise.' Gah. I can't bloody well tell him it's the Spring turning me into a flake. What kind of a lame-ass excuse would that be? Also, I'm a flake all year long. It's just this month when it gets particularly apparent.
(Note to self: must ask friends what the hell he's talking about - when am I ever structured? Forget it, they'll just laugh.)
I don't think this is hormonal, as in a 'birds-and-bees'-type thing. I'm not looking to *mate*; I'm not easily distracted by every passing guy. I'm just easily distracted, period.
The upside of this is of course that it's impossible for me to get bored. The downside is the myriad of pissed off people calling me because I forgot an appointment, a date, a payment, a letter; the stress and taxi charges I accumulate trying to clean up my own messes and my belongings being scattered pretty much all over Copenhagen. The last one is an endless annoyance for my mother because my usual response is to shrug and go buy a new one, whereas 1) she would never lose anything unless it was pried from her clutches and 2) she would do everything in her power to get it back while to me that seems like more of a hassle than spending the extra money for a replacement.
I'm lucky my boss likes me. If nothing else, he'll keep me on as entertainment value for a while yet.
I can't seem to concentrate on - or remember - a damn thing. This is a problem when you've just started a new job and you've only been working there 2 weeks and you've already managed to fuck up showing up at the correct time - if at all! - 3 times. My boss has been amazingly cool about it, but told me today that he was 'surprised, because [I] seem so structered otherwise.' Gah. I can't bloody well tell him it's the Spring turning me into a flake. What kind of a lame-ass excuse would that be? Also, I'm a flake all year long. It's just this month when it gets particularly apparent.
(Note to self: must ask friends what the hell he's talking about - when am I ever structured? Forget it, they'll just laugh.)
I don't think this is hormonal, as in a 'birds-and-bees'-type thing. I'm not looking to *mate*; I'm not easily distracted by every passing guy. I'm just easily distracted, period.
The upside of this is of course that it's impossible for me to get bored. The downside is the myriad of pissed off people calling me because I forgot an appointment, a date, a payment, a letter; the stress and taxi charges I accumulate trying to clean up my own messes and my belongings being scattered pretty much all over Copenhagen. The last one is an endless annoyance for my mother because my usual response is to shrug and go buy a new one, whereas 1) she would never lose anything unless it was pried from her clutches and 2) she would do everything in her power to get it back while to me that seems like more of a hassle than spending the extra money for a replacement.
I'm lucky my boss likes me. If nothing else, he'll keep me on as entertainment value for a while yet.