Night time notes, day time madness and rabid bananas

I wrote myself a note the other night to remind me to tell the hotel reception that the AC was not working in my room. I passed the information to the reception in the morning and the AC issue was resolved when I returned to the room in the evening. The room had been serviced and the small note pad returned to the table, underneath where I had written “AC” somebody had kindly updated with “sorted”. The schoolboy in me couldn’t resist updating the note with “Thanks what was it?” and I can now tell you that the fan had tripped on overload. One of the oddities of hotel living is that is the only human contact I have had over three evenings this week! 

I think that I have posted before that I do not dream. That is not to say that I don’t have any aspirations, I do, simply that I don’t spend my sleep time considering them. I see this as perfectly normal, why on earth would a person want to disturb their sleep by imagining being chased around the Olympic village by a rabid banana? There is simply no purpose served by spending a portion of your life trying to imagine a different existence. To those that do dream and consider me to be odd I suggest that you consider one recent dream, focus on where it departed from the realms of reason and then ask yourself who is odd? For me sleep is a switch off which is, in turn, followed by a switch on when I wake up. 

We are told that dreaming is an opportunity for your mind to work through the day’s events, if this is the case people must have weird days. All I am told of dreams is that they involve insanity, monsters, strange abilities and absurd situations, if this is what’s in your mind you need counselling. Having said all of this, it does not mean that I do not spend time considering my aspirations and my future plans. This morning I awoke and desperately wanted to be waking on the island, to be walking along island roads to work. I don’t know what it is that makes me think that this will be any different; the truth is I would still be walking away from this to work. A quick view of Sean’s webcam reminded me of the peace that I feel on the island and I could almost smell the coast. As I walked to work my mind wandered to the next stage and the thought of awaking (at the same time) to prepare my business for the day. I considered how much more pleasant sweeping the patio or cleaning the cellar was to walking to work. Some may think this is day dreaming but I prefer to see it as planning.

The truth is neither job is more pleasant than my current role. I love my job and it is quite odd to think that my aspiration is to move from skill based employment to domestic chores! Longer hours, harder work (a great deal of it unskilled) and lower wages does not seem aspirational but I guess it’s all in your perspective. For me the aspiration involves being a part of a community, a part of people’s lives and driving a successful business.