Sunday, April 11, 2010

On the way to work...

I woke up at 7 this morning. Snoozed twice till 7:22 and finally dragged myself out of bed. I wondered aimlessly into the bathroom in auto-pilot, going about my morning routine as I do every usual work day. I got in the shower to wash the sleep away & to warm up the left hemisphere of my brain. As I cleansed, soaped, conditioned I prepared for the onslaught of quandaries that would be on the other side of my 8:15 coffee. 

7:35 I glimpsed at myself in the mirror, dried, deoderised & dressed. For a moment, I remembered myself as a 6 yr old wanting to be a glamorous movie star and with one last look,  I wondered how I became just another white-collared stooge as I grabbed my bag and keys.

7:42 I drove out of the garage, turned the radio on to Kyle & Jackie O only to tune them out with my inner ramblings. I strategised my first meeting- agenda, attendees & outcomes. I was preparing for some difficult conversations, which blurred into a time when I was preparing for my first ballet recital. My agenda in life was to be a prima ballerina. The attendees would be my audience and my only outcomes were to entertain & inspire.

7:53 I arrived at the office and set forth through the automatic doors with swipe card in hand. I anticipated the hundred or so emails biding a response. My brain cramped with RSI provoked by the humdrum of replying to email after email. A monotonous task, where the only creativity required is to figure out another way to say 'fuck off' with decorum. I would say that I've become quite the wordsmith in this regard, but not the storyteller I once aspired to be. I remembered my book of short stories, now gathering dust in a box somewhere along with my imagination.

7:56 The elevator dinged "level 3", my stop to the time being. As I walked to my desk, I greeted passers-by 'good morning', smile in check & thoughts of my transit to work, a journey through pursuits that could have been slipt to the back of my mind. 8:03 I am logged on, ready for a days work and go about my way, like I do every usual day.

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