Bunged up and fuzzy, tired and grey, problems with motivation, concentration and effort? No problem. Insert two pills and wait half an hour. Drink plenty of water and try not to wear out your fingers.
So I'm trying to get one thing done. Just one thing. At least I feel alert now. I'm actually spotting what needs to be done. I may even get something done. (I get something done)
Later. My tulips are open, purple and pink. I'm an expert at stress containment, know the tips for reducing your stress levels pretty much off by heart. For once I wish someone would come up with a new suggestion. Or that I could find a lunchtime yoga class in Central Oxford. Yes, that would do.
Hahaha. The hardest thing, when I'm like this, is avoiding the following thought: If I were more dynamic / better organised / more persistent / tougher / more determined I wouldn't get into these situations. I know I'm being hard on myself, but from another perspective it is realistic; other people do cope better, and do get more done, and make better successes of their projects. (Of course there are also other people who cope worse.) The trouble is, in this, as in everything, I'm half-hearted, torn by the suspicion that as I get better at work I get worse at everything else that matters to me.
So I fetch up neither one thing nor the other, but never doing anything so badly I reach crisis point, or if I do, what of it? Crises can be coped with. I've been coping with crises since I was a child. They end, stuff happens, you sort it out, you move on. Or perhaps I've never been in a real crisis yet? It's hard to tell about these things, they're so subjective, and what is terrible, terrible, terrible for one person can just be a shrug for another. It happens. You carry on.
My co-workers found out I was paid on the administrative scale today and were (as usual) appalled. Apparently what I should be doing is getting myself trained up to become a youth worker (at which point I get a better pay scale and more holiday) discuss my pay with my bosses, join the union and oh a host of other things. If I did all this extra work, it seems, my work would be better. But honestly, I have to ask here: how much better? Is it likely to be a lot better than the amount of extra work making my work better is likely to be? Will it increase or reduce my stress levels? Or will it exaggerate the importance of my job to my life until it is one, long, dissatisfied struggle? Will the extra courses/training/hassle solve my motivational problems, up my salary and sort out my job problems, or am I more likely to end up less convinced by my job, and with less free time, more work, and therefore more stress?
The thing is, I survive being employed by attaching as little importance to it as possible. I don't like working, I never have; it's a distraction, a nusiance, a necessary evil.
Damn it all. I just discovered that the sexual Health page has the local contacts for Drug misuse on it. Grrrr. I thought this was finished, now I have to go picking through contact details for Family Planning Clinics. And come up with a non controversial way of saying, "kiddies, get your free condoms here".
I think it is different for me than for Lalage or Anita or Shelley. They're committed to a career in this area, they care about Youth Work, about young people, for god's sake. Do I? I tend to think that teenagers are probably not worth the bother of sleeping with, and I'm quite fond of some people who happen to be young, but they can't help it, and they will grow older. I don't even like most people, ruthlessly discard a lot of potential friends / shags / acquaintances, am definitively not a people person, except possibly in relation to some people who I like a lot. I have no general love for humanity, particularly not the brutal, thuggish, unreflective mess that is the world of teenagers.
Even with people I like it's an endless effort if they're not going to spend their entire life drifting away from me. Or perhaps, again, I'm wrong. I judge too harshly. But they say that depressed people have a more accurate view of the world than the optimistic ones.
Hmmm. Spellchecker suggests Orgasm for Oxfam.