Control Freak
Anyone who knows me, knows that I like to have things under control. I was chatting with my hairdresser yesterday (as you do) and describing how my desk is a bit like a metaphor for my life - it's either tidy, organised and everything in its place, or it is utter carnage. There is no in between. This term seems to have been more out of control than usual and I'm not sure why. I spent probably the last month getting by on coffee and jaffas, which, while entertaining for my students at times, is not really the way ahead. So by the end of the term I was completely knackered, and I need to do something about it if I'm not to go completely loopy or have my blood pressure go through the roof (like it might have at one point there ... oops) next term. I figure there are two variables that I need to work with; what I have under control, or don't, and what I need to have under control, or don't. So I end up with four possibilities: Things I have under control