The Rush Job

The clock is ticking and the world continues to turn and the deadline isn't mysteriously moving further ahead in time; It is sitting there malevolently, waggling its eyebrows and pulling faces as you struggle the choices available to you. Do you organise your day, sacrifice a few things and make a good job of your assigned project? Do you you postpone it to another day and hope for the best? Or do you do what I'm doing right now, and commit to 'The Rush Job'?

In the vast majority of cases, the rushed job is a bad idea from beginning to end. There is only one exception, one case where bashing out a project in quick fashion and with no planning can ever work and even then only sporadically. That exception is in the case of a creative work, which I pretentiously class this current piece of prose as. In the arena of writing, a well crystallised piece of rushed work can far surmount the product of a more leisurely and organised session of applied mentality and leave something so spontaneous and wonderful on the page that you can only feel glad that it happened. Of course this isn't an example of that, but instead the tortured and rushed ramblings of a dehydrated and rambling mind.

<Clompie waves an alarm clock and cackles>

'Why is this a rushed job?', you might ask, if you could be bothered. Well, moving day is upon me and all my things must depart from Aberystwyth for yet another laboured van ride cross country to who knows where, to yet another stopping point on the grand travelling itinerary of life. Moving is such fun. Will I forget to leave my keys this time? Will giant robots stomp on the house before I've gotten out, making me culpable on damaged house inventory items? Will we actually get more use out of the spare towels? Where will all the pillows go?

All these questions and more shall be answered, or simply ignored in the midst of all the other trivialities. Moving is not fun, but really tiresome, and the required cleaning is even worse. But it is at least another technicality done with and council tax will no longer be required for the place.

You see, as a rushed job this blog wasn't so bad and at least the next one will be the next part of one of the stories currently on the go. It's actually harder to write one of these regular entries than the stories, as they're quite fun to just bash out and make up on the fly, while this type of blog really requires the ability to top and tail with some aplomb, and in this case quickly, as it was of course 'The Rush Job'.

O.

PS I shudder at the very thought of Council Tax. (Shudder shudder).