Good Idea

Today? I don't know. I worked all day. End of the week. A week I am happy came to the end. Bring on the weekend, I say.

I don't want to work full time any more. And, it's my first week. 2nd week? Piss weak, I know. Although, working from your hospital bed doesn't put the week in a good light, admittedly.

Anyway, I don't have to go to the office for at least 8 weeks. My big boss is talking about getting a temp in, to do Boris' role. He's just talking about enquirinng, getting a back up plan in place.

"I just don't want to put any more the pressure on you, Christian."

"I'm fine, big pooh bah," I said.

"You don't need any more pressure, though."

"I'm fine."

"Yeah, but."

I guess he has to ensure all the wheels keep turning, no exceptions. I started to get my back up. Seriously? I can do it. But only for a second. Then I was... um... erm... ah? What are you thinking, I told myself. Idiot. This is your escape.

So, now, I'm thinking get a temp. Good idea. And I can put my feet up for two days like I usually do. I never wanted to do full time in the first place. I was just helping Boris out.

But, really I’m fine, I’m just thinking of any way I can get out of work. You know me. I mean, sheesh, nobody should have to work full time, the ration to work days, and free days is all out of whack.

I’m just whining. Surely, you don’t expect me to work full time hours and not whine. Come on, it’s the only thing that sustains me, a good whinge.

Once I have complained I just get on and do it. That's what we do, isn't it? Us humans. I'm sure it is probably some great phycological reason of saying look at me.

Probably?