Lunch At The Place That Looked Too Fancy To Eat At

It was approaching Midday and it felt as if time was running out in all manner of ways. One of those days that seem almost over when they are only half over, there is so much that needs doing and so little time to do it. All you can do is think about the available hours and what needs to get done in them and how time can be saved here and there, which corners can be cut and which can’t, how to shift around the commitments on the calendar.

And I had an appointment, which made it all seem harder, as if the day would be a write off now, because to leave the office for an hour would surely mean the day was ruined as a unit of practical task-achieving time. That’s the way we think sometimes, some of us. Of course some people don’t think this way at all. They think about what can be done rather than what can’t be done. They see opportunities for networking where others might see deadlines marching toward them with relentless and alarming rapidity.

Life wasn’t treating me very gently at this time. It wasn’t just at work. It was away from work, where the efforts to help some relatives of mine reset their lives were beginning to take their toll. It wasn’t as simple as saying that all these things made me feel tired, but that was the most of the story. It was wearying and adding anything else just seemed like a crazy imposition – a self-imposition, in fact, as I had agreed to meet my friend for lunch.

But you have to do some things, I told myself. Even if you don’t want to.

We found a restaurant in an elegant old building, which looks as if it ought to be too expensive to eat in at lunchtime, unless it’s a special occasion (which this wasn’t). In fact it is too expensive for such an ordinary meal, but they had some kind of special on which allowed us to sit down and eat Thai curry and drink a glass of wine and discuss the Ottoman Empire and body building and the prejudices of people towards certain places in a city they have lived in their entire lives.

In the end we went over time. Significantly over time, and all my plans for the afternoon would need to be reviewed and probably thrown out. I knew this had hurt my schedule, but I didn’t care. It had been good. From a purely selfish point of view ii had made me feel better to think and talk about other things for a while, and feeling better meant I was confident that certain work problems could be solved with a creative approach.

If there were lingering questions about friends and priorities, then they were settled, for the rest of the day at least.

Published in: on March 22, 2016 at 7:23 pm  Leave a Comment  

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