For a minute last week I really actually thought I was having a nervous breakdown. Things have been pretty darn stressful here at work and the pressure is quite high. Couple that with trying to have family life that actually includes me participating, makes it stressful without even a hint of exaggeration.
I was zipping to a production meeting after having sat through 2h of back to back client calls. I jumped into the lift with my laptop in arms and punched the 5th floor. I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath and repeated to myself the ‘we just make websites’ mantra to try and bring things down a little bit. Just as I did I felt like I drifted off for a minute. During that time I had the distinct feeling that I was going down… since I work below the 5th floor going down was not quite what I was expecting … The other strange thing was that I had actually been in the lift for way longer than needed but the doors had not opened yet. When I looked at the floor I was on on the little lcd panel it said -3 . I burst out laughing as I couldn’t quite believe that I had lost my marbles in the lift at work. There is no -3 in my office so clearly I was losing my mind. How odd I thought to myself. I really never thought that It would come to me having a nervous breakdown in the lift at work. I couldn’t help but feel this as what else could possibly explain this detachment from reality? Just then the doors opened. There is a woman standing there who says to me in rapid fire Spanish. Oh sorry I guess I pressed the button to call the lift just before you entered that’s probably why you ended up down here. I must have looked like I had seen a ghost as she sort of raised an eyebrow to me and was like… are you okay? I just gave her a smile and assured her I was simply not expecting to be heading downwards when I was on the way up. So low and behold out building has underground parking. It’s access via a key that you turn on the panel but not a button thus why I had never seen it before. The lady flitted out on the ground floor and I slowly made my way back up up up till I finally reached the 5th floor. My nervous breakdown was thus gladly just a misunderstanding… or perhaps a good warning to me to slow down as really, do I want to lose my marbles in a lift? Lord knows in what state they would have discovered me. I’m thinking more along the line of me frozen in the lift with a slack jaw with a funny squishy kind of like “I don’t quite get this” look on my face…
Ahh saritah…
On the other hand there is this really brilliant exhibit on in one of my favorite galleries on Montcada. We went to the opening of "Pedro Garcia Villegas’ new show called politically incorrect. I adore his decoupage art it’s truly amazing the portraits he creates using old French magazines. I fell so in love with his work a while back but didn’t know who he was. I saw them setting up the show earlier in the week and popped in and was delighted to meet the man himself. His opening was a huge success and nearly all the pieces were sold just a few hours in! One German doctor bought 6 of them! This lovely Italian lady bought the Frida that I loved. But I did however not leave empty handed. Fredu bought me the printed book of the show so at least I would have a tiny piece of the work and still stay true to our very frugal budget. However at 1700 euros being the top price for some of the pieces it was a really good deal if you’ve got that kind of dosh. If you’re in town check it out you won’t be disappointed.
The beautiful piece that i really liked from Pedro's show
