Under pressure

Kind of a cheesy title given who featured in my dream last night, but oh so true. I'm tired, so very very tired. I started working on a new client last week - my 5th, can I possibly add value consulting on FIVE clients. Hmmm!!! - and my week has been full of back to back meetings, I only ever seem to have an hour free to actually spend on work between the hours of 9am and 6pm and as for lunch...forget it. I'm working late to get things done and then responding to my emails via Blackberry when I get home :-(

I think the pressure is getting to me, I had the weirdest dream last night. David Bowie was running our department. He was a shorter, fatter version of himself - not such a thin white duke - but it was definitely him. He wore the same outfit to work everyday, an off-white suit with a white v-neck t-shirt underneath, topped off with an off-white trilby. He also carried a bamboo cane. I'm not sure why, but Mr. Bowie was hired to rescue us (us being the company), I'm not sure what from, the looming/current recession perhaps??? We had about 20 layoffs yesterday, no-one I have ever come into contact with, but still I hate to hear about that and I feel for the people who received the bad news. My friend Ariel was also recently laid off from her job, so that's also been on my mind. It was a very vivid dream that was only broken by my alarm going off at 6.30am. I was so disoriented when I woke up that I had to think back to what I'd watched on TV last night to work out what day it was - embarrassingly I'd watched 'The Real Housewives of New York City' - I honestly don't have the brain power for anything more intelligent at the moment and I love to hate those vapid women - so I knew today must be Wednesday.

Anyway I'm going to leave you with a musical interlude. I just heard this song for the first time on Radio1 and I quite liked it. It's called "We Cry" by The Script. Cue cliched video of band members looking sensitive and moody in what appears to be Brooklyn.