I’m no longer a bludgy-sit-at-home-person. I’m working. I also have evil evil homework and I’m in a rotten mood because I’m too tired. You might do to stop paying a whole heap of attention to this blog until I regain some time because it’s all going to be short and probably even slightly whingy.
Despite morbidity or at least frustration and exhaustion, I did enjoy being back at work. It felt nice to be doing something different and I gave myself three somewhat silent cheers after the first half hour. It’s changed a bit but still plenty of familiar faces. Had a good old chat to Ian (Grandpa of the office). Lots of it felt like I’d never been gone.
I no longer have my front desk and the coffee I made this morning was appalling. I forgot that I don’t have to bring lunch – it’s there. I’m more pro on the phones (and believe me I used to hate them and still kind of do) than before and think the whole ‘not being 18 anymore’ is serving me better in being in an environment like it. I’m still the youngest there and I still hate the ‘coming home’ at the end of the day – simply because it takes me a bit over an hour and a half AND by that time you just want sleep and dinner, maybe even simultaneously.