The Last of the Last Minutes

From the journal of CJ Haughey, August 13th 2015….

I often wonder what it would be like to have a soundtrack to my life. Think about it, if you could choose a song that summed up your standard day-to-day existence, what would it be?

It’s nigh on impossible to pick a needle from the haystack but that classic 80s band Europe have a number that aptly puts things in a nutshell for me. You know what I’m talking about; The Final Countdown.

Whenever something needs done, you can be damn sure I can think of any other time but the present. I am the master of procrastination, having it off to a fine art at this stage.

Even if I begin a task early, the universe will conspire against my will to ensure it goes down to the wire.

While some may suggest the hard living of my early 20s in college has damaged my get-up-and-go button, truth be told the chilled factor is a hard-wired feature that was always there.

I have a scar on my forehead that is the result of my toddler-self running into the side edge of a door. I’m told it was from chasing my brother, but perhaps I was just seeing how late I could leave it to walk into the room.

An old high school French teacher once said if I was any more laid-back I’d fall on my ass. She was probably right bu as I coasted through high school with high grades, I failed to see any red flags through the flying colors. finalcount

Unfortunately my free-running academic nonchalance didn’t transfer so smoothly to the adult world. As time rolled on, the hill of life got steeper and I discovered I actually needed to take my hands out of my pockets.

But, to this the day, I like to tell myself I work better under pressure.

Ergo, why apply to EPIK early when you can leave it to the day before the deadline, a mere 20 days before Orientation starts?

Why take months to gather documents when you can do several day-long trips to Dublin and back within a fortnight?

Why get your documents apostilled in good time when you can pay extra for express courier fees?

When I through my name in the hat for EPIK, I was ever-so-close to going to China, having been offered several positions, but Korea and EPIK just called to me.

To apply so late and get a position just seemed like a sign. An opportunity, and not one to be missed.

As my wise old man said, “Well, there’s nothing like trying to make a deadline.”

So, with a little bit of help from those godsends of parents and after buzzing around like a blue-assed fly for two weeks, here I am, on the verge of the next chapter.

A step into the unknown darkness that has beckoned for too long now.

The required documents have been lassoed, stamped, sealed and are currently in transit, somewheeggtimerre amidst the clouds.

Although given the thumbs up from my EPIK co-ordinator, final confirmation of my place is on-hold until the hard-copy documents are in the hands of the right people.

I need to be in Korea for orientation in 4 days, still have no flight booked and if all falls through, I risk missing out on the Chinese teaching jobs.

Once again, I find the beads of sweat on my forehead as the clock ticks ever-faster. It would seem that Royal Mail’s international post is on slow-motion, or perhaps the plane has been hi-jacked by dragons somewhere above China.

If I close my eyes I can hear Europe playing that riff…..

duh-duh-dooo-do,  duh-duh-dit-dit-doooo….

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