My brain is fried
Do you sometimes find yourself absolutely brain dead at the end of a work day? While we all want to find intellectual fulfillment in our work, the reality is that some days are just stultifyingly boring. As the co-owner of a translation company, I deal with a lot of different materials on a daily basis. These are the subjects I worked on today: terms and conditions governing the use of photos for a mobile weather application; how to get a $50 Internet security software package for free; the new Yahoo! Autos web site; how to handle frozen neurohormone samples (centrifuge and aliquot them without 30 minutes of collection); reporting hepatic events in an experimental study of patients with acute heart failure (WTF are hepatic events anyway?); the latest trends in intelligent emergency response systems. Not to mention the fact that a client now needs translations into Icelandic!
All of that may sound interesting, and it is—in the abstract. But some days are just too much, and my poor head feels like it’s about to explode. At that point, I want nothing more than to escape into the garden and do some menial work: basic, repetitive, intuitive. Unfortunately, it gets dark earlier and earlier, so the opportunities to do yard work are restricted to the weekend. But at least I’m able to look out the window and enjoy the way the sun is backlighting the Miscanthus sinensis ‘Dixieland’ that is flowering so beautifully.
|Miscanthus sinensis ‘Dixieland’ and swamp sunflower (Helianthus angustifolius)|