Even geese have crises of confidence
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I know I have been somewhat tiresome with my recent rants about work, but it is one of my biggest irritations, no, hates at the moment. I’ve reached my absolute fill, the homeworking quota has been exceeded, my own company is becoming tedious and I have to escape. I daydream about the good old days (with rose tinted glasses of course) when I worked in an office. Oh how I miss the daily commute, the people watching, the office gossip, the office politics, the impromptu drinks after work and the regular, face to face contact with other human beings. As the years tick by, I feel I’m slowly losing the ability to communicate, I’m becoming introverted and find it difficult to make idle chit chat with people who ask ‘how has your week been?’. For the most part, my working weeks are quiet, monotonous, uneventful, uninteresting, uninspiring…you get the drift.
As my other half comes home each evening, eager to plonk on the sofa and relax in the peace and quiet, I’m looking to escape the confines of the apartment which seems to be getting smaller by the day. That’s the problem you see, if you don’t go to work, then you don’t come home from work – it all just blurs into one. There’s no shaking off the day when you walk out of the office building. I just turn from my work computer to my home computer – I’m in the same chair, at the same desk, in the same box room. I eat dinner, I go to bed, I get up, eat breakfast and sit at my desk ready to do it all over again. *Sigh* I think the ideal balance would be to work in an office three days a week and have two very focused days at home. That way I could have the best of both worlds because no matter how much I whinge, there are definitely some upsides to working at home.
Anyway, before you start playing your mini violins, here is today’s cartoon on the subject:
Recently I have had a series of what can only be described as premature senior moments. These range from the usual, I’ve-walked-into-the-kitchen-to-get-something-but-now-I-haven’t-a-clue-what-that-something-is or putting-boiled-water-on-my-cereal-instead-of-milk moments, to more the irritating organisational failures. Last week:
So, either I’m showing early signs of Alzheimer’s (God forbid) or my brain just has far too much information to process. I hope it’s the latter and suspect this is what happens…
We all have our ups and downs, but I particularly like this roller-coaster proposal story in the Sun newspaper!