Something is not right.
Work is pilling up and I just couldn’t get into the flow of working lately. I often caught myself day-dreaming, mind drifting somewhere else when deadlines are inching closer to self-smother.
I’m feeling pretty upset, because the senior writer who is supposed to report to work on Monday rejected the job offer, or rather, chickened out at the very last minute because he didn’t even bother to call up my boss and say “I’m a chicken, so sue me,”
I suspect self-jinx is in the picture, or Murphy’s Law, because everyone had been talking about it and expected his arrival and then… poof!! Nothing.
I’m afraid I won’t be able to handle the work load. Ok, I’m scared. I need a rope to hang on to but I can’t find it, because I’m in the dark. But no, I’m not going to go paranoid just yet. My sanity can’t afford it.
I called up a guest lecturer just now upon recommendation from my boss. She’s into copywriting and all, and boss was hoping that I could learn a few ‘tricks of the trade’ from her. She sniffed out my intention, but agreed to meet up for 10 minutes with a reminder that one can’t learn copywriting in just a matter of 10 minutes.
I’m just way off and crude, aren’t I?