It's been awhile since the last post. After a whirlwind tour of Europe, everything settled down rather nicely when I returned home. Boy was I knackered. I've never felt so drained of energy in my life up till now. Too bad I can't use over-extended jetlag as an excuse.
Sinking back into the routine of work is a real torture. Those who know what I actually do in back at the office will beg to hit me in the head pleading for my sanity when I say this. Having superfluous meetings with loads of people who don't really want to talk to you outside of work is part and parcel of what I do. How difficult can it get? The real problem is, how much more can I sustain my interest in talking about why this cheque payment looks dodgey, or why this month's revenue is higher than last month's, and the worst of it all, vouching?
No, I've never ever been interested in what I do, unfortunately. However, it pays the bills more than adequately and I have a fantastically understanding boss who only comes to work at 3pm that I only catch up with once every 2 months.
I think I've hit yet another dry run at this point in my life. But it's precisely at this tipping point which makes things a little more uncertain, a little more frustrating.
Need Prozac? Carry on reading for an alternative cure.
I've Been..
Satisfying the wanderlust fascination.
Slacking.
Sleeping.
Shopping (wayyyyyyyyyyy too much).
Reading NW, Famous and 8 Days voraciously.
Chillin' with a pint of good beer or latte.
Indulging in purposeful conversation.
Otherwise, I'm happy for you to leave me alone.