The mirror has two faces

I'm participating in a book discussion group for my political party's youth division. We meet twice a week all summer to discuss hefty chunks of Augstine, Aquinas, Erasmsus, Calvin plus many modern Dutch authors. Enjoyable as it is, you can imagine the time commitment is massive. So I was happy to have a nice long train ride to visit my friend Moniek in Rotterdam today: perfect reading time.

Only...once I got on the train, I realized I'd accidentally put the wrong book in my bag. bummer! It then even occured to me that I might be on the wrong train. I'd boarded in a rush without double checking the sign. Luckily, that was not the case. (BTW, Last week I forgot my book at uncle and aunt's house where I'd been staying just as I was boarding the train there, had to call and have book brought to me at station!)

Perhaps words like "dumb blond" or "scatter brain" (or if you're my dad, "team snooze") are coming to mind right now. But you see, Friday I had my midyear evaluation with my manager. Interestingly, I got very high marks for my ability to meet deadlines, attention to detail and organisational skills. I've done so well in these areas that I am being given primary responsibility for managing the publications process (for reports written by some 60 people across 15 different offices worldwide).

Maybe some kind of switch gets flipped inside my head when I leave my office each day? Maybe my brain channels all my organisational power into my work and there isn't any left over for my personal life? Your thoughts and comments are appreciated!