Ever endured a week so bad, even normalcy becomes a luxury in comparison? I think I just had one. It really makes one appreciate the small things that make life better, like getting that extra hour of sleep in, or getting to eat something you've craved in a long time as a surprise.
Yesterday I came home late after a long day and I found a tub of large KFC whipped potato waiting for me, one of my favourites. Although the day was really bad and I hadn't slept much in 3 days, just seeing that and having it to eat at midnight made me feel so much better inside.
I forgot about an irresponsible project mate, the harsh criticisms I endured from an instructor about a project draft, and the lack of sleep that resulted from thus.
Two days before, I had found myself almost at a wits' end. I just had a photoessay due at 10.15 the next morning disparaged. I was chasing my project partner for his section of a report due in two days, and here an instructor had just callously slammed my project without offering any constructive criticism.
When I messaged him about getting some feedback on my project, he sent back the answer that I did not have much time. I replied that "in a warped sense, that's where the fun starts." He told me that I had a really warped sense of humour, but he saluted it.
I was at a low, but I wanted to show him that I wasn't cowed. I gave him the best response I knew how, by putting together the best photoessay I could. It was a vindication the next day when he actually acknowledged my efforts. I had transformed my draft in just one night. But after that, I still had to spend the whole day tying up several other projects.
The potatoes warmed me inside. Amazing how starchy things can make up for a day that countless other people ruined just by existing. I'm in love with starchy tubers in gravy.