Wake Me Up When July Ends

Sometimes all you wanna do is sit in your Eames chair and contemplate the boundaries of design….. and then your boss asks you where are his plans, the project manager requests for the stage design dimensions, the electrician calls you up and asks who is to pay for the light bulbs that keep blowing out once ever y three weeks, (on that note, the management office that runs the establishment pays for the new bulbs cause it is under monthly maintenance and not the poor architect who has yet to collect her project payment fees, even though the architect did specify for that light fitting), the editor requests for two of your architect’s statement, your partner asks you where to get the plum colored glass mosaic tile that I specify for (plum mind you, not lavender, not magenta and certainly not purple), the RSJ calls and asks why weren’t you in contact with them and why I didn’t show up at the meeting on Wednesday, the RIPPP asks you where is your GSE program docile & have I prepared the presentation for the run through on Sunday, the client calls to confirm that you have to attend their big do on Saturday (Saturday!?!! My day of chillaxing… :-S),

And then I think…. It’s ok, I can chillax on Sunday…. Wait….. I have to go back to the office to help out with the photo shoot at 6am, then I have to go for my RIGSE training and mock presentation, then purchase large quantities of Malaysian souvenirs at the Central Market and then find some time to cry.

Cause by then I am back in the square before the Eames chair….. lying on the floor and staring at the ceiling fan and wondering when can I afford my own original Eames chair…………..