This week has been incredibly long. I mean, obviously it hasn’t been any longer than a week normally is (about a week) but it’s felt that way.
Most of this can be attributed to a couple of reasons: firstly, that the place where I usually park my car to go to work (about a 10 minute walk from the office) has been full all week and thus I’ve had to park about half an hour’s walk away instead — not a journey I particularly want to do in the dark of the evening — and secondly, I’ve been having to work an extra hour each day in order to make sure that I actually get suitably compensated (i.e. overtime) for the overnight shenanigans I participated in a few nights ago.
That extra hour makes quite a difference. It doesn’t sound like much, but then when I think about how tired and “I just want to go home”-ish I am at the end of a regular working day, then extend it by a not-insignificant proportion, it’s perhaps unsurprising that the trudge back to the car (almost inevitably in the wind and light drizzle at this time of year — not to mention the dark by the time I get out) is more depressing than any Walk of Shame I’ve ever done. (Not that I’ve done many, to be perfectly frank.)
Time is fluid; I’m utterly convinced of it. I’ve seen it this week, with that last hour seeming to last an eternity and the week, consequently, stretching on for far longer than it normally seems to. And this isn’t the first time I’ve observed it, either; the first time I ever observed this phenomenon was during a German lesson at secondary school where a friend and I happened to comment that German lessons seemed to last twice as long as any other lesson despite actually being the same length. (I set the countdown timer on my digital watch to make it look like time was actually going backwards, which got a good laugh, then got us put into detention for talking when we should have been quiet. Worth it.)
The old saying is, of course, “time flies when you’re having fun” and, frustratingly, it seems to be true. Do something fun and enjoyable and before you know it, it’s time to get up/go to bed/check out/go back to work/put the paddle away. Do something mind-numbingly tedious and time will slow to an almost-standstill. Do something fairly neutral — like, say, going to work — and you’ll find that time probably flows at its normal rate, but compared to the “fun” rate, it seems excruciatingly slow.
Anyway. Regardless of all that nonsense, there’s only one day left in this working week, and then a nice relaxing Saturday awaits. Following that, a solid day of driving up to Scotland awaits, which I’m not looking forward to at all, but the reason we’re going — my friend Cat’s wedding in Aberdeen on Monday — will be worth it. (Hopefully, anyway. I’m doing a reading. I will read the shit out of that poem, just you wait and see.)
For now, then, I think an early night ready to take on the week’s grand finale. What joy will Friday bring? Find out tomorrow, only on your favourite* directionless daily blog!
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😀 Can’t wait to see you again.
It seems that you may well be right – check out the THROUGH THE WORMHOLE programs – if I recall correctly there are scientists doing studies on the fluid nature of time. It has long been held that it isn’t fixed but variable since at least Einstein’s time. Really interesting stuff. I love all those programs – searching and researching the Cosmos, space, time, our minds, micro and macro physics. I studied Astronomy at Uni in the 90’s and if there were only time – flashing past at an alarming rate for me now – would get ‘in’ at the nearby observatory and enjoy it some more. The sky is often too cloudy, hazy, or light where I am living to utilise my telescope satisfactorily. Sigh …