Shaking off my Friday Night Funk

This was the message which set off alarm bells and caused some to ask “what’s wrong?”

What led me to feel this way and resulted in me turning into the KFC drive-thru?

Work. More specifically, continuously feeling like I am hitting my head against a brick wall for initiatives which will make the employees better.

So I left work Friday pissed, so pissed that the only thing I felt could help me blow off steam was junk. (I paid dearly next day for having eaten the crappy food.). And I felt like I wanted to detach from the world.

After a few messages and calls Friday and Saturday, I did the self talk, dusted myself off and decided not to wallow. The other thing which shifted my perspective was overhearing a conversation between two ladies on Saturday night. 

“[Name of man friend] is always drunk. Drunk every day. He is verbally abusive to me.” 😔

Well, life is not so bad for me then.

I made an effort to get out and about this weekend. And no. I didn’t go to the beach. It would have made my mind still and inevitably lead me back to thinking about the incident which led to my Friday Night Funk. I needed to keep busy. So here’s what I did…

  • Marked mid term assignments. Only 15.
  • Went to the office on Saturday for about 5 hours from circa 4 p.m. It’s so peaceful and quiet. Got a lot done.
  • Went to the Supermarket after work.
  • Sunday, went up in the back garden. Happily there were some open low lying ackees which the stick could reach. 

Ackees

  • Put clothes to wash then headed to the gym. But while on the way, decided I wanted a pedicure. The time available meant I could only do 15 minutes exercise. I cycled for 3 minutes, then foam rolled and stretched. Some thing is better than nothing, init?
  • Got a good pedicure and a leg massage as a bonus.

Pedicure

Green Tea with Lemongrass. Soothing.

    • I couldn’t go back home just yet. Had to let the polish dry. So, in my track suit pants and slippers, I went to the cricket ground. Windward Islands Volcanoes was playing T&T Red Force. Imagine I didn’t know cricket was playing here. That is to tell you how snowed under I have been. A fella made a century soon after I got there.

    Cricket, lovely cricket

    Had to find food. What? No macaronie pie? I asked the lady if she didn’t know that Sundays mean pie!! She had soup though. What? No dumplings!!! Are you kidding me???😕

    Cow heel soup

    • Sat and ate it in the stands while fending off an old man who kept asking me for my number. Playful banter. His friends told him to stop harrassing me. But being at a cricket match stirs up these warm and fuzzy feelings in me so I wasn’t bothered.
    • Home time, but not before stopping on the road side for a coconut. Grenadians call it ‘waternut’

    Coconut

    Coconut jelly

    • Back home, time to clean, cook, eat and read.

    Ackee, salmon, bammy and plantain

    Prepared my lunch pan for Monday, feeling quite satisfied with how the weekend had been spent. Saw this horoscope for Libra in the papers. It seemed appropriate.

    Libra

    Feeling grateful for all the love and concern shown. Thanks! 🖒🖒🤗🤗

    #Cricket, Lovely NIGHT Cricket!

    Happy as a pig in swill. Sabina Park has lights! So this year our CPL T20 matches start at 6 pm instead of early afternoon. The crowd love it. I loooooooooooooooooooooooovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee it! Reminds me of the Stanford T20. Great excitement all around.

    Anyway, I had to explain that I was missing in action due to work pressures. I felt like I was in an abyss. I have slowly crawled out….almost. Won’t complain, since it allowed me to purchase a plane ticket to come see the Jamaica matches under light. You know how I love to gaddabaout!

    Happpppeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee like papppeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Check my Flickr page for photos and videos. 

    From The Archives

    I’ve had the blog since 2003. It’s somewhere sleeping, hopefully to be revived. In the mean time, I have had fun going through old posts. How did I get to find out I could do this? Through that very useful website Digital Inspiration! Using the Wayback Machine, you can find old posts, if they were captured. So if you have lost a website, go look up old webpages through this Internet Archive website. Here is a page from the blog in 2005. I thought the Brian Lara post was quite funny. Take a read.

    Preparing for interviews

    Over the 11 years that I have been interviewing cricketers, I have used several approaches to prepare for one-on-one interviews.

    For persons like Lawrence Rowe, I spent MANY days preparing. This was because I knew nothing about him, other than what was said about him in the media for going to South Africa. When he was playing, I didn’t used to like cricket. Hated it in fact. (That’s another story). So I approached the research like I was doing a project for my Masters.

    Around that time, I decided I would start watching the U-19 cricketers so that when they got to the West Indies level, I knew something about them and it wouldn’t take so much time. Xavier Marshall was one such cricketer and when he got to the West Indies team, albeit that his was a short tenure, I felt I knew enough about his history not to have to do so much research.

    But sometimes, there is literally no time to prepare. Like yesterday…… Continue reading