Day 4 in the week? Ugh! I'm exhausted. Chuckle. When will this full time nonsense finally finishing?
Oh? 😧 I just looked it up, there is still a few weeks to go. Grrrr!
Still, most of Boris’ work is done by the 15th of the month, so nearly done.
Oh yeah, I guess I’m lucky to have such luxury. But then, I have always been lucky. Complaints of the spineless, well, I could say no to Boris, find someone else to fill in for you, but I’m just trying to be generous. And I am only complaining here, which is kind of my space. I’m not complaining anywhere else. Not to Sam, as Sam doesn’t want to hear such things.
I’m just trying to make sense of what I feel. And possibly where I let myself down, kind, if I even did, even if that sounds too serious. I’m just exploring what I do, in the margins, if you like, in the shadowy realm of my own mind. Does that make sense?
Oh, I don’t know. Wah, wah, wah, is what I read back. And really, it’s all been really easy, I can do it with my eyes closed, everyone should have such difficulty. I used to do Boris’ job way back when, until I realised the manager’s job was a thankless position, with everyone at you, above, below and sideways.
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