Reverse Thinking

November 28, 2006: Ok so the previous post dedicated to planting my foot in the social scene and turning over a new leaf of fresh starts and exciting new opportunities has almost completely boiled down to the classic and oh so familiar sample of gourmet BS reduction. The only reason I have included my half-heartedly witty comparison to food is due to the amount of random episodes of Top Chef I have seen in the past few weeks.

Today, Tuesday, I experienced what I think might have actually been the first day I was tired. Not just a little tired, hung-over, or wishing for an extra few minutes of tranquility in the morning, but tired. Good and tired. Thoughts of napping and locking myself in my room with flannel sheets and a dead cell phone left at the doorstep consumed me. To make matters worse it was probably one of the most hectic days at work; while my boss ran back and forth across Manhattan for interviews with various entertainment mediums, some of which did (and didn't) happen, I was left picking up the bits and pieces of miscommunication between parties, catching various messages flying through the air at maximum speed with my own version of some high-tech-virtual-reality-matrix-baseball-glove.

No wonder I am mental.

Today I asked the receptionist how to close the security gate separating the office and elevators. How hard can that actually be?? And more importantly, is that even something I would consider part of her job? Or something I would need to ruin my cuticles over?

I postponed holiday shopping with my roommate, resorting to cooking my own salty version of chicken noodle soup with celery, red-onion, broth and frozen chicken. I ate it while simultaneously watching three different TV shoes and one-edited-for-TV movie.

My multi-tasking skills are optimum, but my sanity seems to be fading.