Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Tired...
To say I am tired would be an understatement of a significant
order. Extremely tired would do my feelings some justice, but it
would not be quite the full story.
You know you are really tired (or tired-looking) when people you don't
know well or only meet on a casual basis (e.g. out walking their dogs)
tell you that you look tired - in the middle of the day. People
who never see a person outside of daylight hours probably have
substantial authority to determine that a person is genuinely fatigued,
rather than simply tired. And so it was, as I dragged myself and
Sophie (my black labrador friend) around the muddy lanes and tarmac
pavements of the village, that my tiredness was recognised and pointed
out by a fellow dog walker. It's funny how people close to you
can miss such things, but a more or less complete stranger homes in on
it with laser-guided precision. Sad, though, that the first
follow-up question was a line of enquiry involving a suspected cause of
that tiredness. Parties and socialising. Not quite the case here.
Working up to a tight deadline can be a nightmare for all parties
concerned, but particularly for the person or persons actually "doing
the doing" so to speak. Anyone who works in the design or
publishing business will no doubt concur and shudder with an
instinctitve recollection of such circumstances. It is under such
conditions that I have been working these last few days. Such is
the lot of a web designer, scraping to make ends meet without meeting
an end... [ see what I did there... totally seamless ] .
There are worse occupations, of course. And there are even worse ways
to earn money, full stop. I'm sure a lot of it is down to me,
perhaps I expect too much recognition for jobs well done, or
appreciation for the work I do. I certainly don't expect too much
financially, that is for certain. That is something I need to
work on. When you don't get much in the way of thanks or
consideration or a sense of being valued, somtimes you have to filter
out that part of your brain which responds to those things and
concentrate on providing yourself with the means to allow other parts
of your brain to respond positively. Which means money, so
that the parts of your brain which worry about bills and about getting
some respite are compensated accordingly for the lack of "warm fuzzies"
in the part of the brain that deals with value and
appreciation. It's a bit like telling one part of your
brain to look away whilst you feed another part of it. Or
something like that...
Ah, value and value. Being valued - thanks and appreciation for
efforts, knowledge and expertise. A valued being - the financial
rewards for the same. An internal market of exchange rates and
currency fluctuations. Are there traders in this market I
wonder? What's the current exchange rate between the "being
valued" currency and the "valued being" currency?
I am not sure myself at the moment.... I wonder if my internal currency
market crashed a long time ago a la Black Wednesday. Still, at
least unlike the real traders I don't have to wear a silly
waistcoat. Yet.
Posted by Jon at 10:27:19 PM in Musing (23) | Comments (2)
Comments
Cheer up!Posted by Gavin Corder on 25/11/2005
Thanks Gavin :)Actually, I think I'm quite a chirpy and upbeat kind of person. Some of my posts might come across otherwise, but sometimes that's a device for provoking thoughts in other people.
Anyway, thanks for visiting and commenting! :)
Posted by Jon on 25/11/2005
