When you’re busy, you know those days? Normally on a Friday, the Friday before you are due to have 3 days off the next week. The day you have 3 hours work to cram into 1 single solitary working hour. Well, I’ve just had one of those. I’m normally very placid, cool and calm on the outside. A little like the graceful swan, elegant above water, but paddling furiously under the water! That’s me, to a feather!
It’s at those times when the least little thing sends you into a spin of desperation. Just when you are trying to get things right. To do the things that you leave till the very last minute, because they are your least favourite job, but which have to be done, just have to be.
Disaster strikes…. Someone asks you to do something, something that you haven’t planned into that 1 hour. You hear the words coming out of someone’s mouth ‘sorry I can’t do it I’m too busy’ it can’t be you surely? Mrs Calm, Mrs ‘I’ll do all I can to help’. They look at you in total surprise, a look of shock on their faces as you explain – in no uncertain terms – that you have these 3 hours of work to do with only 1 working hour left in which to do them.
They back out of your office in disbelief, horrified at what’s happened, hoping this is just a one off, and isn’t going to be repeated any time soon! It’s not something they expect, or want. They have never seen this person before. Wow, unexpected is an understatement!
You breathe a sigh of relief as you carry on with the job in hand, getting this piece of work done. It goes a little better than expected. Perhaps you overestimated the time it would take to do the job…or simply that the pressure of the deadline got too much and like a pressure cooker exploded, in a gentle sort of way, as pressure cookers do!
You feel it’s like the race of the hare and the tortoise. The clock is ticking, the deadline is moving nearer and nearer like the hare running towards you, but the work is just like the slow and plodding tortoise, not getting any faster. Then like a big jigsaw puzzle of work, all the pieces fit together, the emails go out, the work for others to look at and complete is ready. Things are falling into place!
Then into the office walks the wounded colleague, forlorn and bruised. Confused by what had happened earlier, had it happened or was it a dream? You apologise for being grumpy, she said she came to give you a hug, because it wasn’t like you. Everyone laughs, because it wasn’t like you. You hug, but you still don’t do the piece of work, because by now the mad running hare has been trampled under foot by the great big lumbering tortoise as it weaves it way to its next meal!
And you are out the door ready for the weekend.