The watchword of the day was ‘slow’.  We had worked so hard that we had caught up and overtaken and completed next week’s work too so today we had nothing except the daily stuff to do.  The answer to that?  Work slowly.

This was both a good and a bad thing for me.  Good as I was feeling sick pretty much all day (always an enjoyable part  of any depressed bouts I have) and bad because it gave me more time inside my own head.

Also, everyone’s ideas of ‘slow’ are different.  Being asked to slow down sounds great but requires so much more discipline and concentration that actually doing it sucks.  I started to second guess every little action – was this slow enough?  Was it too slow?  Are people looking at you thinking you are just being lazy?

Not good for someone like me in the mood I am in.

Every other department in the open plan office was busy so we really stood out.  The new temp who started today was really bemused at the calls to take it easy when everyone else it running around like crazy to get everything done for the weekend and the launch of the new system next week.

It was also a ‘dress down’ day. Turns out this isn’t really a jeans and t-shirt dress down place… for the girls.  Of course I was wearing my favourite t-shirt, comfy jeans and Sketchers.  I didn’t so much stand out as looked ridiculous next to the girls whose idea of dressing down was to wear as little as possible or look as if they were going to a club straight after work.  Really not a good self esteem day.  But at least my feet weren’t being ripped up by heels.

At least it is the weekend. Scout event tomorrow. And then Sunday is mine.  Who knows?  I may get round to reading the rest of your marvellous blogs.