Its 11:30 pm and I am still in office, compiling data. A few weeks ago I was entering data. Sometimes (actually, quite often) I feel I am on a treadmill....running but never going anywhere.
Naturally I will not sleep as soon as I reach home. I will potter around, watch some TV, read a little and maybe then my eyelashes (highly unworthy of any aesthetic delight) shall close on bleeding eyes.
Naturally I will not come to work late tomorrow. I will wake up on the first intrusive sound that comes in through my window (and there are plenty of those, sounds i.e.) and I will not linger over the morning cuppa (or the morning pot visit) due to the nagging suspicion that something would soon be landing in my mailbox that if neglected for more than an hour could cause the entire organization to fall apart.
(on a side note - am amazed how I managed to construct the sentence above - its a testimony of how wanna mediocre I can get sometimes)
Basically, I will spend the next 3 days in a zombie like state, end Friday with the hollow feeling of not having really achieved anything much, and start Saturday with an armful of highly exhausting plans for the weekend.
And then I have the audacity to write in a recent questionnaire that what I find most surprising is that people just don't learn from their mistakes.
Its 11:45 pm. and I am not surprised.