The last couple of weeks have pretty much sucked, I have to say. Work's been a nightmare: we had to publish not one, but two issues of the paper in one week; indeed, within a day of each other, in order to be able to publish a paper next week, in the lead-up to New Year's Eve. Simultaneously, I've also been working on a 64-page magazine which we're publishing in early January.
To say that I've been stressed would be an understatement.
On top of which, I've been finalising the appointment of a new General Manager for Melbourne Fringe, and trying to arrange to get home for a couple of days over Christmas, which isn't going to happen now that I've agreed to co-host Summer Breakfast on 3RRR for the next two weeks, starting this Monday.
I really must learn to say no sometime.
On top of all that, a colleague's partner was killed in a motorbike accident last week (I went to the wake today) which if nothing else puts some of my own personal dramas into context, and helps me realise how insignificant they are.
I didn't go to the Meredith Music Festival with Glen, Darren and the boys because I had to go to a wedding instead, for an old friend who's been living in the UK for five years, with whom I haven't really kept in touch. It was a very, very Catholic wedding, which quite frankly left me cold - there was nothing of the couple in it at all.
And right now it's a Saturday night at 1:20am, I have only $45 to last me through until Thursday; I have no drugs to power me through the next few days; and I really dislike Christmas.
Oh yeah, and I'm missing the Irish mate I befriended earlier this year, and who I've hung out with almost every weekend since we met. I had hopes of romance, it became a bromance, and then - I hope - has developed into what I hope will be a solid, long-term friendship. But yeah, right now I miss my drinking partner because he's at home in Ireland until late January.
What a depressing post this is. Normal service will resume as soon as possible.
3 comments:
Oh, this is all no good.
Recent times have f*cking sucked. 2008 is going to be awesome though.
I have to work over Xmas/New Years, but we should have that drink sometime ...
Thanks, Richard, you've updated my lexicon, having never heard the word bromance before. I'll admit ignorance..
glad to be of service, sir. *grin* a bromance is a non-sexual romance between two men; also known as a man-crush. for example, when two straight boys spend loads of time together, hug each other when drunk, put each other in headlocks and give each other noogies (sp?) constantly, etc: that's a bromance.
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