I'm blue!

I'm blue I was green I was dyed, I was green I was dyed... my favourite version of Eiffel 65s first (haha) hit single. As wrong as the lyrics may be, this song really sums up the last couple of weeks, for both good and bad.

This blog begins with a party. A party of SUPER (Mario) proportions. That's right - a video game themed party. There was PacMan and (Speedy) / "Pinky"; Lego Indianna Jones; two Wii-fit instructors; a Floater Lemming; Princess Peach (Mario's gf); Princess Daisy (Luigi's gf); the green 'Bubblun' dragon from Bubble Bobble; two Darth Vaders; the extra life from every game; numerous Sims characters; and, the piece de resistance, everyone's favourite blue Sega character: Sonic the Hedgehog!

Ahhh what a night! There was food, and alcohol, and family, and friends and all the things a good night relies on. But to go one better than that - there was also face-paint and hair spray, creativity and bubbles, and... way more Lycra than should ever be seen in one place! I got to catch up with people that now live up to 800kms away from me, and with people who I see every day but never really get to talk to. I got to lounge on the couch for the next two days with my besties, being lazy and eating whatever we wanted when we wanted. And for these two days everything, for me was blue. And blue meant awesome. And as I washed my hair for the third time on the Tuesday when work went back, I watched those last few drops of blue rinse from my head, and I was happy that I had made it to 30 just to enjoy that long weekend.

But, of course, blue usually represents things that aren't so happy. And after the excitement of some 'me' time, the working week proved to be much more of a struggle to endure. Now, I'm still trying to refrain from giving away my profession. But let's just say the following scenarios entered my working week, and left me feelin' a little blue (images may appear slightly exaggerated).

Ok. So I didn't die. I didn't even suffer smoke inhalation. No black eyes from the fight. Not even a paper cut from the metaphorical heavy 'books' of stress. But I did start to think that I could talk until I was blue in the face and no-one would ever listen. And then came the melt down. A stupid moment in time where I decided it was smart to put my frustrations in to writing. I told some important people I was not willing to be ignored any longer, and that I didn't want any more extra work - that someone else would have to pick up the slack instead. You'd think I would have learned from previous mistakes and kept my stupid rant for anonymous blogging. Needless to say, my stress was not reduced - rather it was tripled as I was called in to the boss to explain myself.

As I sat there, a little embarrassed and a little teary, I looked down at my hands in shame. And there it was...

Slightly tattered, and torn... I was reminded:

I didn't have to feel blue.

I had been blue.

And it was awesome!