The Week That Was (Seems like a week since I last posted for some reason)

Just went for a meeting to an IT company. It was really strange. The work they want me to do seems fairly straightforward, and really doesn’t require much creativity at all. I don’t see why one of their internal resources can’t do it. And yet this guy spent a long while with me on the phone yesterday explaining it and then today as well, running me through an older version. And then was almost in tears when he said how he has tried four people from the advertising industry and neither of them were able to handle it. And I just kept trying to fathom why and what it was that I was missing that made it seem to be such a big deal. But for the life of me I can’t figure it out. It still seems pretty simple to me. So I said I would do a small portion and then send it to him for feedback. Hopefully that will be able to clarify things.

It is also really strange because I came into the office recommended by someone as ‘a creative person’. And these traditional IT guys were somewhat in awe of this tag. His boss actually made a big production of wanting to meet me cos he has dabbled in ad films at some point of his career, had a semi-interesting conversation with him.

But then made the biggest mistake, he was forcing me to quote a figure and as soon as the figure escaped my lips and I saw his face light up I knew I had quoted too low. Damn. And double damn.

And in the week that was…

- Met this multi-faceted and talented blogger…would love to write more about him and the work that he does, but he will be displeased if I do that to say the least!

- Another funny thing that I recently realised. Two people who had written in to me in response to my ‘dark’ posts, they started off comforting me and offering advice, but strangely it is now I who have ended up trying to help them in their situations! I prefer it this way actually, it’s the way it has always been, and I have the therapist and this blog to speak with. I often surprise myself with an ability to know what is wrong even before it is told to me. And I guess having been in similar situations myself, is what generates real and not textbook empathy. I know we will all make it through, with a little help from each other.

- The pattern reared its ugly head again this morning, and the therapist is on vacation till the week after the next. Yergh. How do you tell the heart not to feel?