Fantasy Saves the Day.

So, after two weeks of holiday, I’m reluctant to go back to work. And it troubles me because I really like my job as much as one can like a job. It took me sometime, but now I figured what is it that I hate so much about going back to a schedule: routine kills the fantasy of life. There’s so little to discover and so little to feel amazed by in a stack of papers to file, in a succession of calls to make, e-mails to write, problems to solve, in a shift that promises to take 8 hours of your day and ends up taking nine, ten…

While on holidays, I felt so certain I could even give tips on how to break the routine, but today the routine wore me off. Isaac 0, Reality 1. Not for that, I’ve given up on trying to incorporate fantasy in my tasks through the day. Generally, just to remain sane, I don’t cross the street but play Frogger real life size instead. I make up a random mission that justifies the need to go the office:

“The office is haunted and no one will be able to work if I don’t go and cast a protective spell.”

“I’m going to be an undercover boss today, and I’ll see if they notice. Whoever does, gets chocolate ”

“I work for an office that keeps the flowing of good energy between realms and dimensions. It is my mission to maintain the balance between worlds and make sure no bad flow of energy reaches the world’s portals” (uh?)

The antidote to monotony I use in my working space is origami figures other people have made (they store the memory of the person’s face making it in front of my desk and I can access that happy moment by looking at the finalized piece.) My note holder is a panda that allows me to play with it a little if the day is becoming too hard to bear.

And then when the night falls, I’m all kind of characters from a DJ in a club to the crafter of the world that only lives inside my head. I think that if I keep going like this, it will be very unlikely that I snap under stress and maybe the weekend, when fantasy reigns, might not be so far away after all.