God I don’t know where to start.
On Tuesday afternoon 14 months of work officially came to an end.
On Wednesday night we partied, naturally we were the first at the party. We left early to ensure we were. We went to the bar and we got some drinks. We sat down in a corner and I don’t quite know how it started but suddenly we were just laughing and it must have been at least 10 minutes before we stopped giggling (in all fairness) like a bunch of school girls. It was just one of those moments. Over the rest of the night as we got very drunk and talked to lots of people and generally partied, every now and again there would just be a moment where one of us just sank back into a chair and sighed. There were moments of giggling fits and as we got drunker many many declarations of who was the man.
Looking back it’s almost cringe worthy but fuck it was a good night and it was well deserved.
This morning was not great, not great at all. However there was no problem coming into work whenever really. So midday it was. I walked in and walked onto the third floor. There was a guy sitting in the desk behind me which was a little unusual and I didn’t have a clue who he was so I kinda stared a little and walked on. I got the two steps to my desk to realise he was sitting in my chair. This threw me a little until a moment later he sticks his hand out going “Dave, how are you doing?”. Then it struck me that of course I knew the guy we worked in Dublin at the same time years ago and have been working together for the last year and a bit. He just didn’t have any hair the last time I saw him and I was completely unable to place him.
So that was the start of my day. A lot of the rest was kinda a daze, but we did get some work done and now I’m at home sitting on my bed, listening to U2 and downloading the Angel season finale.
Oh, I’m reading Espedair Street by Iain Banks and I’m loving it. I don’t know an author who can make me care about characters anything like this much so well and so quickly. There are a few other authors who do make me care like that but it takes a few books in a series before I get to this level. These are all standalone books and within a few chapters I’m left gasping for more. I don’t want this book to end.
You’ve got to laugh sometimes or your going to cry. There was a while this afternoon where I had no clue when it was. I remember saying something to my boss about it being Friday and the end of the week to suddenly think, no hang on it’s only Wednesday when he pointed out it was actually Thursday. But in other ways time has meant a little more over the past few days, minutes being an age and an age being a mere drop in the ocean.
Just as I was about to give up and not even try to put the thoughts in my head down on paper, The Sweetest Thing came on. It’s opening piano notes usually get to me. It’s just one of those moments where I have to briefly close my eyes and just flow with it. I don’t really think I have a point anymore, it’s kinda moved on a little
Tuesday night / Wednesday afternoon we were working on some stuff preparing for the launch. It was a struggle, some of it was just nightmare. I was very stressed out about some stuff and well it was showing. Aside from the loud cursing and sounds of complete exasperation coming from the team (it was not just me) I feel into what is a bad habit I guess but I prefer to think of it as a good thing. When it really got to me and there were a few times it really got to me, I was not taking my hand off my mouse, but picking it up and slamming it down into my mouse mat repeatedly. Now you might ask why this is a good thing, well I’m fairly convinced that on at least one of those occasions if I had actually taken my hand off the mouse I was going to put it through my screen. So, yes it was a good thing.
