(No, not another post about James Purefoy's ass.)
It seems like 90% of the people I work with are in towering foul moods today. I wouldn't include myself in that number, but I have been a bit uptight and a little bit stressed. Some of my workmates have been in very, very dark moods indeed, and bitching about each other seems the order of the day.
I blame Christmas.
Seriously, I do. I can only speak for myself, but I'm rapidly running out of time and inspiration to get everything done. This sounds terribly grinchy I know. I keep accepting social engagements, but then at the back of my mind I'm totalling up the time I'll need to get to all these functions, balancing that with the time I have left to shop, and minusing the cost of wine/taxis/gifts from what's left of the Christmas Budget. The scales are almost tipping over into deficit.
I think it's probably a similar level of stress that's getting to everyone. Add in the rush to get everything done at work before we close on Friday the 21st, and then there is that stress on top.
I'm trying to stave off the worst of it by doing some planning. Making a few lists. Checking them twice, as the story goes. Normally I've done better by this late stage of the game. I still have some of Saturday and some of Sunday left to shop before I fly out to see my family early Sunday evening, but that's mostly it. In previous years I have worked in the city, and was able to get some shopping done during various lunch hours. Maybe I can head into the city and brave the crowds during the extended trading on Friday night?
Oh, and that's right, I have some baking to do...
I've so filled my weekends, and some week nights, and now I've made myself a bit time poor. However, just so you don't think it's all grinch all the time here, I am loving the opportunities to see friends and family, and hang out and have a good time.
Part of writing this post is to remind myself to take a few minutes and remember that!