But it did get me thinking. I was stressballing to the max when I realised there was a possibility I'd be stopped at the airport on the way to Melbourne (possibly the absolute epitome of 'shame bitch'). Just being on hold to the lovely lady at the Ministry (of Justice, not Magic. Douchelord), had me sweating in nearly every place possible! Including the ever-worrying upper lip.
There were two things I did while on hold.
Number one was make a cup of tea. Sure, I paced up and down the kitchen throughout the process, and I didn't even wait til the jug was fully boiled. But this cup of tea seemed to be that important. I've always been a tea kind of girl. Since I was honestly 8-years-old, I've had tea and toast for breakfast, I've had gingernuts dipped in tea after dinner with Nana, I've had tea at 2am whilst finishing assignments. A pot of tea has always been some kind of comfort to me. NB: Tea bags, unless Twinnings Earl Grey or any branded Green, do NOT have the same effect as tea leaves brewed in a pot. So while I was on hold to the Ministry (of Justice, not Magic. Douchelord), I brewed my tea. And once that teacup of comfort was good to go, with a bit of milk and half a teaspoon of sugar, I sat down on a couch and no shit, sighed a sigh of relief. A fucking cup of tea made me feel so much better!
The second thing I did was txt a friend. I quote, "Fml, wea u? Got cig? Dessssp" - haha. Prone to the sneaky drag or two, I not only needed a cigarette, but friendly banter always seemed to make me feel better in previous cases of stress too. So off I went to my cellular. Offloading my worry on to C.Bear also brought on a much needed sigh of relief. Even if her reply to my explanation txt was, "Oh rats! I'm rolling cigs as I have none, then I'll come" - haha. I strolled off to work after speaking to the lovely 'Ministry (of Justice, not Magic. Douchelord) lady', where I was due to start in a few hours, and there I had a chat with Big Tom P - my manager and friend - and another work mate, before Claire arrived. It was weird to think that the whole 15min walk to work had me furrowing my brows, biting my nails and, again, sweating in every place possible - but as soon as Luke, Tom and Claire all said hey, I completely forgot about my worries. We had a decent yarn and Claire assured me everything would be ok, Tom told me he had my back, aaand Luke fucked off to a gig. Can't win them all I guess.
Inso facto! (I hope that's the correct phrase) I have come to realise that when I'm going bonkers beyond measures, the two stress relieving options I have are: tea - a cup of comfort. Or socialising - a couple of mates. Sorry I took a while to get to the point. Lol, that's a bit of an anti-climax. But I encourage you to get amongst the tea and company whenever you think shit is hitting the fan. I'm absolutely ay-oh-kay today after a shit ripper of a day yesterday. Tea and company are sure cures for most things. If not, Claire suggested weed also works.
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