Meeting My Waterloo?
Yes, I'm on holiday!!! I'm still sort of in my 'pre-departure/after-deadline' recovery phase and have to get over events that happened during my last week at work in 2006. The good news is that I made my deadline with a largely satisfying result and I feel very good about that. The juicier bad news is not really suitable for the web, I'm afraid. Let me just say that a particular office event that happened last week has left me absolutely incredulous and seriously disappointed. So my last day at work in 2006 did not end with an up-beat melody, but with a very serious conversation with my boss. I basically let him know that I do have doubts on whether I want to continue working in this place under these circumstances, because - darn - last week gave me all reason to just get on the profesionnal go again... Just to be clear on this issue: I have not handed in my resignation. I do not declare the battle completely lost; it may be my road to Waterloo though. That is up to me to decide - although only time can tell.
However, the above-mentioned particular event was such a dissapointment to me that when I arrived in my home town after work that day, I knew I would either go home to sob or choose the hard remedy: the Polish method. I had quickly decided that the last one it would be and the person to trust for such missions is without any doubt Henry. So I went straight to his home. And yes, this definitely is his field. He took me out for dinner, we had good conversations and he really got me smiling again. However, within a couple of hours I found myself - for the second time in my life - under the influence of (in Henry's terms) "substances inconveniencing the body"*. By the time we were back at Henry's I was feeling too ill and dizzy to even get home. I crashed on his bed, suffered through the night and the next morning I could only say in a weak voice "Henry, is it alright if I stay in the bed?" With a (deserved) laugh about my wimpy little nature (I definitely don't deserve a Polish passport) Henry let me be. When he came home from work hours later he was "feeling a little tired", but to his surprise he found me where he'd left me that morning, still feeling pretty miserable. Yup, I hit it way, way, way too hard! Fruit juices now are fine for me, thank you... ;)
Anyway, suitcases are being filled up here. Plenty of pre-holidays meetings and preparations tick time away. In three days and four nights the moment is there and I will get on the plane (Inshallah)! I'm looking forward to board, wrapped up in a warm poncho with some music, books, a pen and paper in my bag. The nomad will be on her way again. Time and space for a totally new episode to start...
* Ehm, I am quoting Henry here, but considering my deplorable state of being at the time the statement was made, I might have gotten the quote wrong... :$
