Sandpaper, nails, a jackhammer, and a tidal wave. The ingredients of the common cold which has beset me this week, afflicting my throat, eyes, neck/head, and nose. Although, of course, as at least half of the people likely to read this will understand, it was really manflu and consequently a potentially lethal biohazard.
But if the last few days have been plague-ridden, what better moment to think positive and look for the happy thoughts? This week I’ve been introduced to biomechanics and how to improve my posture and gait – ideally becoming rather more flexible than an oak tree. I’m looking forward to progressing and heartily recommend it.
Some years ago, in the dark days before the Blackberry or the iPhone, when we were ‘off sick’ we were physically separated from work and had the chance to peacefully recuperate – although often all that happened was that the work piled up and we just had more to do when we got back. Whilst at home for a couple of days this week I had my Blackberry and could keep the plates spinning with a instant meesage here and an email there – this is probably better for the business, and it meant less of a backlog for my return, but did it help my work/life balance?
Likewise, when we are on our holidays, is there a fine line between relaxation and separation anxiety? We want to be thought of as invaluable, but is ‘workaholic’ any better an epithet?