Tuesday, July 20, 2010
It's not a cliche. It's a real self-diagnosis, courtesy of Wikipedia, of what I'm going through right now.
Information Overload, people just seem to throw this term around willy-nilly, not quite comprehending what the fuck it really means.
But when I walked out of the office today, head spinning, drooling slightly, not being able to make simple decisions between a glass of dry white or a glass of dry red at the obligatory after work-pub visit, and just staring at people like I am retarded, completely overwhelmed, I consulted the Pedia.
This happens, I guess, when one starts a new role. We've all been through it; me a few times with my various career paths. And changing thereof.
However I feel feverish with retardation right now. Perhaps it's because I have new country, new city, new day-to-day boyfriend, new office, new job.
I mean, I came home and had to do a load of washing for two people. Now don't get me wrong, even those with IO - too tired to write i-n-f-o-r-m-a-t-i-o-n-o-v-e-r-l--o-a-d - can do a fucking laundry, but now I have to account for two of us. My head, she is bending with all the new change.
Or maybe it's my role. I have gone from strategy to public affairs. And I am experiencing exactly what Wikipedia seems to sum up rather fucking accurately:
Information overload is a term popularised by Alvin Toffler  that refers to the difficulty a person can have understanding an issue and making decisions that can be caused by the presence of too much information.
It's like you absorb everything you have to do, but you cannot conceptualise how the FUCK you're going to do it. Or, like me, who has this 'perform amazingly well or don't bother at all' first-child only-child complex, whereby I need to ensure I grasp everything straight away.
When do the symptoms fall away? It does go away right? Head spinning, not knowing where to start? Gimme a time limit here. Realised getting to know my home country is nothing compared to the stress I'm feeling about my workplace and having a drool at the bar, comatose, at what I am going to do.
I'd say I needed a tranquiliser, or at the very least that infused with speed, but don't think anything across this Grade A spectrum is going to help me. Just need to go through the motions and do the best I can, even at retarded overwhelmed levels. t does go away right? Whw