Friday.....
Got into work late today, so my goal was to avoid eye contact with my manager and dive straight into my seat ready for work. I'm usually never late, well not on Fridays anyway, that's the day i wake up early, happy like a kid who is going to disney land the next day.
I don't remember the last time i was so tired at work. I mean, normanlly i go for 10 min breaks every so often, but today it was like that just wasn't enough. It was also like time was moving in mega slow motion ( for the sad people who don't have anything to do with there time go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bullet_time to know a bit more about the subject of slow motion, but for the majority of us who don't give a damn, let's just carry on with the post eyy :-) ). So, yeah the day went by real slow, and it doesn't help when you don't have much to do, imagine being bored at work AND tired!! It got so bad that i kept looking at my phone
every 10 minutes to see if i had a text message....but all i kept seing was " T- Mobile" and my wall paper lol. Yeah sad i know, it was like i was in prison for 8 hours,even at lunch time it was like my phone was giving me the cold shoulder. I tried to call a few people, i tried Zipporah, no answer, i even tried Raf and i NEVER call this dude during the day, we always speak around 9pm times, that's "man dem" hours. from 11pm-3am, that is sexy hours, that's for the ladies. Any female that tries to call my phone outside of those hours will be ignored straight up; To me, that's like trying to call into work at 11pm to ask to speak to my manager...lol, never gonna
happen! So yeah even Raf didn't answer. After that i pretty much gave up hope and went back to chewing my pen and staring at my 2 19" LCD monitors, browsing the web and trying to find something intersting to look at.
LastFM.com. Now that's what caught my attention. That site is great. For those of you who don't know, you better get to know, its like the best social music website on the web. I had Raheem Devaughns playlist on repeat, which ran through all of his albums, and all of the songs. Great stuff believe me. "Believe"...........by the time it got to this song, my mind started doing spins. I started to zone out and suddenly it felt like i was not even at work anymore. That's what i love about music, it's like my espace from reality, which in my case at that point in time was BORING work!
"Just have some faith, thats all i ask, believe in meeee".....
Those lyrics just echoed through the thought regions of my mind, those electric guitars in the background, those warm beautiful jazz chords....
...i started to think about the past, which i hate doing, but i couldn't control it. I was being anchored. Anchoring is powerful, very powerful. It's a theory that Raf used to always yap on about back in the day, i didn't really understand it back then but now i fully do. I am not good at formal definitions so i will try and give a good example of what it is. One of the most powerful anchors is one that plays on one of our strongest senses, in this case Smell. Imagine a guy you like, always uses this particular cologne that you just can't get enough of and everytime you hug him, you just go weak at the knees. Now, say you and this guy happen to get into an argument for some reason or the other and stop talking or something......you will be somewhere one day, e.g let's say your shopping with some of your girls at H&M or something, and you see a guy and his girlfriend at the counter standing next to you, and by chance that guy happens to be wearing the same fragrance that your old friend used to wear, it will send an instant message to your brain and you will either start to think about him, times you shared etc etc or you will get a flashback. This process is inevitable. No matter how much you've tried to block that
person out of your mind, they will always be there like ghosts and all it takes is an Anchor to make them re-appear in your mind....
.....right now i was experiencing a musical anchor........my mind took me on a journey back to where i didn't want to go...
I started to think about her, the times we shared, the jokes we used to crack, her funny laugh, the way she used to make me laugh, her cute smile, the way she used to walk, that cute apple bum that complimented her petite body....her beautiful long black her....
...."Miguel!, Miguel, wake up, we're off to the pub mate, it's 5.30" a voice shouted whilst tapping my arm. That was my manager Chris. I couldn't believe i actually
had my head berried in my arm sleeping at work! lolol....it turned out that i wasn't there for long, funny, i must have really been in a zone.
"Oh, sorry Chris, i didn't even realise i was daydreaming mate, pub? yeah why not!" i replied. We normally head to the pub 2 fridays a month, the whole technology team at work, but i wasn't too keen on it, i don't know what i was even thinking when i said yes. I was planning to go and meet the guys insteand and do something, but oh well, i've already said yes. I hate saying yes to something then saying no after, especially to my manager, he hates it with a passion. "Cool, well get ready 'cus we're going local noone is planning on driving, meet us downstairs in the reception" he said in a tone of excitement as if he was going to the pub for the first time. I sat up and looked at my phone. I had 5 missed calls from Zipporah and a text message:-
"Miguel babe, sorry i missed your call, was busy. What are you doing after work today? You want to meet up and go to The Lounge?? xxxx"
I knew she would text back after i made plans, she always does that. Well, i had to tell her no can do, told her i was going out with the work lads. Besides i wasn't planning on meeting her anyway, i would have went out with the boys if my manager had not have cornered me with the pub offer. You probably wondering what The Lounge is. Well it's sort of like our chillout spot, where me and the boys go. Raf's older brother used to be a session musician there so when we were young we used to always chillout there after school. It was a very mature kind of bar, live music, relaxed environment, you know the kinda place where people go after work to just chillout. The live band played all kinds of music, but mostly contemporary jazz and some r&b on request.
I shut down my computer, packed by bag, leaped out of my seat, shouted the routine "IT'S FRIDAY" followed by a sigh of relief and was off to the PUB!!!!
...
....its been a long week....oh and you probable wondering who that 'someone' was i was thinking about......hmmmm......all i know is that anchoring is a
powerful thing......oh there's so much to telll......stay tuned my fellow diary geeks :-)
...i dont think i can be bothered to see Zipporah this weekend, i think it might have to be a "man dem" thing at The Lounge
....until next time.....see you soon
Miguel
I don't remember the last time i was so tired at work. I mean, normanlly i go for 10 min breaks every so often, but today it was like that just wasn't enough. It was also like time was moving in mega slow motion ( for the sad people who don't have anything to do with there time go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bullet_time to know a bit more about the subject of slow motion, but for the majority of us who don't give a damn, let's just carry on with the post eyy :-) ). So, yeah the day went by real slow, and it doesn't help when you don't have much to do, imagine being bored at work AND tired!! It got so bad that i kept looking at my phone
every 10 minutes to see if i had a text message....but all i kept seing was " T- Mobile" and my wall paper lol. Yeah sad i know, it was like i was in prison for 8 hours,even at lunch time it was like my phone was giving me the cold shoulder. I tried to call a few people, i tried Zipporah, no answer, i even tried Raf and i NEVER call this dude during the day, we always speak around 9pm times, that's "man dem" hours. from 11pm-3am, that is sexy hours, that's for the ladies. Any female that tries to call my phone outside of those hours will be ignored straight up; To me, that's like trying to call into work at 11pm to ask to speak to my manager...lol, never gonna
happen! So yeah even Raf didn't answer. After that i pretty much gave up hope and went back to chewing my pen and staring at my 2 19" LCD monitors, browsing the web and trying to find something intersting to look at.
LastFM.com. Now that's what caught my attention. That site is great. For those of you who don't know, you better get to know, its like the best social music website on the web. I had Raheem Devaughns playlist on repeat, which ran through all of his albums, and all of the songs. Great stuff believe me. "Believe"...........by the time it got to this song, my mind started doing spins. I started to zone out and suddenly it felt like i was not even at work anymore. That's what i love about music, it's like my espace from reality, which in my case at that point in time was BORING work!
"Just have some faith, thats all i ask, believe in meeee".....
Those lyrics just echoed through the thought regions of my mind, those electric guitars in the background, those warm beautiful jazz chords....
...i started to think about the past, which i hate doing, but i couldn't control it. I was being anchored. Anchoring is powerful, very powerful. It's a theory that Raf used to always yap on about back in the day, i didn't really understand it back then but now i fully do. I am not good at formal definitions so i will try and give a good example of what it is. One of the most powerful anchors is one that plays on one of our strongest senses, in this case Smell. Imagine a guy you like, always uses this particular cologne that you just can't get enough of and everytime you hug him, you just go weak at the knees. Now, say you and this guy happen to get into an argument for some reason or the other and stop talking or something......you will be somewhere one day, e.g let's say your shopping with some of your girls at H&M or something, and you see a guy and his girlfriend at the counter standing next to you, and by chance that guy happens to be wearing the same fragrance that your old friend used to wear, it will send an instant message to your brain and you will either start to think about him, times you shared etc etc or you will get a flashback. This process is inevitable. No matter how much you've tried to block that
person out of your mind, they will always be there like ghosts and all it takes is an Anchor to make them re-appear in your mind....
.....right now i was experiencing a musical anchor........my mind took me on a journey back to where i didn't want to go...
I started to think about her, the times we shared, the jokes we used to crack, her funny laugh, the way she used to make me laugh, her cute smile, the way she used to walk, that cute apple bum that complimented her petite body....her beautiful long black her....
...."Miguel!, Miguel, wake up, we're off to the pub mate, it's 5.30" a voice shouted whilst tapping my arm. That was my manager Chris. I couldn't believe i actually
had my head berried in my arm sleeping at work! lolol....it turned out that i wasn't there for long, funny, i must have really been in a zone.
"Oh, sorry Chris, i didn't even realise i was daydreaming mate, pub? yeah why not!" i replied. We normally head to the pub 2 fridays a month, the whole technology team at work, but i wasn't too keen on it, i don't know what i was even thinking when i said yes. I was planning to go and meet the guys insteand and do something, but oh well, i've already said yes. I hate saying yes to something then saying no after, especially to my manager, he hates it with a passion. "Cool, well get ready 'cus we're going local noone is planning on driving, meet us downstairs in the reception" he said in a tone of excitement as if he was going to the pub for the first time. I sat up and looked at my phone. I had 5 missed calls from Zipporah and a text message:-
"Miguel babe, sorry i missed your call, was busy. What are you doing after work today? You want to meet up and go to The Lounge?? xxxx"
I knew she would text back after i made plans, she always does that. Well, i had to tell her no can do, told her i was going out with the work lads. Besides i wasn't planning on meeting her anyway, i would have went out with the boys if my manager had not have cornered me with the pub offer. You probably wondering what The Lounge is. Well it's sort of like our chillout spot, where me and the boys go. Raf's older brother used to be a session musician there so when we were young we used to always chillout there after school. It was a very mature kind of bar, live music, relaxed environment, you know the kinda place where people go after work to just chillout. The live band played all kinds of music, but mostly contemporary jazz and some r&b on request.
I shut down my computer, packed by bag, leaped out of my seat, shouted the routine "IT'S FRIDAY" followed by a sigh of relief and was off to the PUB!!!!
...
....its been a long week....oh and you probable wondering who that 'someone' was i was thinking about......hmmmm......all i know is that anchoring is a
powerful thing......oh there's so much to telll......stay tuned my fellow diary geeks :-)
...i dont think i can be bothered to see Zipporah this weekend, i think it might have to be a "man dem" thing at The Lounge
....until next time.....see you soon
Miguel
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