Toilet time
I’m 2 weeks into the new year and already my plans of reigning in my ambition and sitting firmly on any kind of hectic schedule are falling by the wayside. This dawned on me rather suddenly when I went to the loo earlier on today. While I was waiting impatiently for my body to finish I realised that it was totally pathetic.
Here I am telling my bladder to hurry the f*** up so I can get back to work …what?
Since when does modern day living no longer allow 2 short minutes to comfortably relax whilst visiting the loo? Ok maybe I’m alone in this mildly panicked state but seriously. When I am not speeding up an unspeedable process I take my phone with me so I can beat it at backgammon or try the new app I downloaded. And if by horror I left my phone behind then there’s always the good old magazine – anything to keep your mind busy and working.
Of course this has adverse affects on my highly managed diary. If perchance I happen to get into a game of backgammon this lasts longer than the required time and so I must of course finish the game, which means I am spending yet more time away from work.
I’m not sure where I’m going with this… loosing the ability to smell the roses? Too much on one’s plate? There are a few analogies I could run with but I suspect they won’t be in my favour.
Maybe imagining everyone picturing me on the loo will cure me of this ailment… stay tuned for my new one (the fear of being watched on the toilet)
