the thing is…

everything slips, slips, slips along.

so much news.

some of it good.

some of it bad.

very bad.

some of it involving my knee.

some of it involving my things of which knee may be part of the word.

but i won’t reveal.

work is so busy. so good. so many good things happening because of good friends.

i keep swimming.

i keep strong.

i keep faith in the ideal that good will win through.

just once. like it has for me before.

like it must do again.

like it shall.

i read these and i thought of you.

i always think of you.

 

it’s been a while so, SOTD.

SOTD – Here with me – Dido.

(’cause underneath a very busy life, there is still me thinking about things. specific things).

I didn’t hear you leave
I wonder how am I still here
And I don’t want to move a thing
It might change my memory

Oh I am what I am
I do what I want
But I can’t hide

And I won’t go
I won’t sleep
I can’t breathe
Until you’re resting here with me

And I won’t leave
I can’t hide
I cannot be
Until you’re resting here with me

I don’t want to call my friends
For they might wake me from this dream
And I can’t leave this bed
Risk forgetting all that’s been

Oh I am what I am
I do what I want
But I can’t hide

And I won’t go
I won’t sleep
I can’t breathe
Until you’re resting here with me

I won’t leave
I can’t hide
I cannot be
Until you’re resting here

I won’t go
And I won’t sleep
And I can’t breathe
Until you’re resting here with me

And I won’t leave
I can’t hide
I cannot be
Until you’re resting here with me

Oh I am what I am
I do what I want
But I can’t hide

And I won’t go
I won’t sleep
And I can’t breathe
Until you’re resting here with me

I won’t leave
I can’t hide
I cannot be
Until you’re resting here

And I won’t go
And I won’t sleep
And I can’t breathe
Until you’re resting here with me

I won’t leave
I can’t hide
I cannot be
Until you’re resting here with me

slashtags

pondering the 42 again/missing you/looking at photos and canning myself/stuff/witty retort involving plankton/pink cupcakes/sleeping/deadlines/meetings/contracts/death-defying stunts of clevernesss/oj/toasties/aeroplanes and astronauts/taking over the world/nah, just a little piece of it/good friends/big gay suitcases/laughing/never stopping laughing/cuddles/warm socks/reading/sunshine/storms at night keep me under my duvet/strawberry shortcake/goodbyes/hellos.

“and the science that exists, calms me down” – fttw.

Why I love-hate my job

1. It allows me the flexibility to be a mom first, person second, worker third. That’s the most important thing in the world to me.

2. It allows me the opportunity to be personal, to hear someone’s story and lets me care. When your name is Cath, you need to care. It’s an instinctual thing. It lets me connect to people in a way that still enables me to disconnect when that person does not need me anymore.

3. It allows me the opportunity to not be personal. To play with ideas and technologies and geek out when I want to or need to.

4. It pays the bills. Kind of. Enough on that score.

5. It’s high-pressured, most of the time. It means working a lot of hours, sometimes at 2am.

6. I work with some of the most incredible people on the planet. I have been lucky to know some phenomenal characters.

7. On that score, I’ve also been privileged enough to be exposed to some of the world’s finest arseholes. It makes for good training for life, when you can spot an arsehole within a five-mile radius.

8. Much of what I do requires extreme attention to the finest details. I’m all about the fine print. Being anal retentive about detail has it’s benefits. I was not always that way but, always wanted to be. Nowadays I get commended for paying attention.

9. Some days, however, I don’t really want to.

10. I do not have regulated smoke breaks. Trust me on this one, some people do. And that just sucks.

11. The tea is good, the coffee every morning is made for me before I get here, and there is often cake.

12. Coming to work in your pyjamas is not frowned upon. In fact, it’s expected. As long as you’re getting the job done, we’re not going to worry about how you look. This is very important when you’re me, who battles to co-ordinate her two feet, never mind her clothes, every morning. I’m getting better at this though, and have managed to only appear at work with my clothes inside-out twice this year, thus far. That’s a record for me.

13. I may not be the cleverest person on the planet, but I know what I do and know how to do it well. What I am clever in, is what I do.

14. Most of the time, I get to make my own rules. That’s, however, sometimes harder than you’d think.

15. At other times, I have to abide by ones prescribed to me. At those times, it’s still okay for me to work with my middle finger extended towards bureaucracy at all times.

Hells, it’s been six years this week. That has to count for something, right?