Thursday. The most befuddling day of the week as far as I am concerned.
One has almost made it through to the weekend but is not there yet. The light is at the end of the tunnel but there is still a way to go.
I haven’t even started my work day yet. That begins at 2pm. Too far out from the finish to be lunging at the line just yet.
It is however a very nice day. As was yesterday when I got out on my bike for a pleasant spin around the neighbourhood.
It seems to me that I can turn the clock back when I am on the bike. Yesterday I was having a good ride, feeling fine and riding along without any discomfort. It occurred to me as I looped around the streets of Kambah, a few hundred metres from where I lived for the better part of my life, that I felt exactly the same as had as a younger man when I was out cycling. The feelings and sensations have never changed and I could have been back in 1992 riding along the same streets feeling exactly the same way. Maybe that is the magic of getting out on a lovely day for a gentle peddle.
Of course I wasn’t pushing it. Just enjoying the ride. Feeling happy to be alive on a day with clear skies and pleasant sunshine.
It was only after I had turned left onto Boddington Crescent, coasting down the gentle false flat towards the Kambah Woolshed that I remembered how the rest of my day would play out, stuck indoors sorting mail!
I must say though that my day at AP yesterday wasn’t difficult or anything that will cause me to lose sleep. The fellow who I abused on Friday night has made an effort to be friendly to me which is more than I would have done if I had been in his shoes and I will at the very least give him props for that.
The monotony remained but our supervisor, who is also a very good friend of mine, realises, although at times he can and does err, that there is no point pushing too hard as the boredom of the job makes any sort of extreme pace difficult to sustain and he is usually happy with an effort that, although outwardly sluggish, gets the job done in the end.
Later in the night as the mail volume increases we up the ante in an effort not to get overrun by mail and we are usually on top of it before we go to the last break at 8.30pm
So today I am not expecting anything that will be much different. I will get off the computer, have one last bite of breakfast and break the bike out for another circuit of inner Tuggeranong. I had planned to get going earlier but the urge to blog overtook me but I should still be able to ride.
I hope everyone out there today gets through this most befuddling of the weekdays in good spirits as we set our sights on the end of the week.
One has almost made it through to the weekend but is not there yet. The light is at the end of the tunnel but there is still a way to go.
I haven’t even started my work day yet. That begins at 2pm. Too far out from the finish to be lunging at the line just yet.
It is however a very nice day. As was yesterday when I got out on my bike for a pleasant spin around the neighbourhood.
It seems to me that I can turn the clock back when I am on the bike. Yesterday I was having a good ride, feeling fine and riding along without any discomfort. It occurred to me as I looped around the streets of Kambah, a few hundred metres from where I lived for the better part of my life, that I felt exactly the same as had as a younger man when I was out cycling. The feelings and sensations have never changed and I could have been back in 1992 riding along the same streets feeling exactly the same way. Maybe that is the magic of getting out on a lovely day for a gentle peddle.
Of course I wasn’t pushing it. Just enjoying the ride. Feeling happy to be alive on a day with clear skies and pleasant sunshine.
It was only after I had turned left onto Boddington Crescent, coasting down the gentle false flat towards the Kambah Woolshed that I remembered how the rest of my day would play out, stuck indoors sorting mail!
I must say though that my day at AP yesterday wasn’t difficult or anything that will cause me to lose sleep. The fellow who I abused on Friday night has made an effort to be friendly to me which is more than I would have done if I had been in his shoes and I will at the very least give him props for that.
The monotony remained but our supervisor, who is also a very good friend of mine, realises, although at times he can and does err, that there is no point pushing too hard as the boredom of the job makes any sort of extreme pace difficult to sustain and he is usually happy with an effort that, although outwardly sluggish, gets the job done in the end.
Later in the night as the mail volume increases we up the ante in an effort not to get overrun by mail and we are usually on top of it before we go to the last break at 8.30pm
So today I am not expecting anything that will be much different. I will get off the computer, have one last bite of breakfast and break the bike out for another circuit of inner Tuggeranong. I had planned to get going earlier but the urge to blog overtook me but I should still be able to ride.
I hope everyone out there today gets through this most befuddling of the weekdays in good spirits as we set our sights on the end of the week.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 