No comfort
I dont know why im writing this other than i need to express it and i cant think where else. Before bc i used to talk about stuff i was gunna do but i never seemed to get around to it. I had a life...
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Hey @MicheleR I get it. Sometimes it feels like I'm just plodding up the road to nowhere. Everything is so bloody tedious. Not necessarily unpleasant, but how did things get so wretchedly dull?
I quite like my job but not all the people I work with. Nothing unusual about that. My energy levels fluctuate (mostly downwards) too much for me to rally the will to do anything about some of the grinding irritation of dealing with incompetent colleagues. This has emboldened one particularly shrill bitch to the point where I am going to have to do something about her. That will, no doubt, break the boredom cycle but really? Really?
Five years ago I would have sorted this shit out before it became a major problem. Now I'm not sure I really give a toss. It's not something I find easy to discuss with people who could probably intervene as I'm tired of hearing myself grizzle and moan about a seemingly endless stream of minor issues.
I'm so over aches and pains and scabby skin cancers and some crappy thing that's wrong with one eye and the rapidly balding tyres on my overworked car and the feral rose bushes that keep springing up in my neglected garden and whatever it is that is digging burrows under my house and the filling that fell out of my tooth and the chainsaw that won't idle properly... To be honest, I just feel like staying in bed and pulling the doona over my head. Maybe we all need a holiday. Mxx
I quite like my job but not all the people I work with. Nothing unusual about that. My energy levels fluctuate (mostly downwards) too much for me to rally the will to do anything about some of the grinding irritation of dealing with incompetent colleagues. This has emboldened one particularly shrill bitch to the point where I am going to have to do something about her. That will, no doubt, break the boredom cycle but really? Really?
Five years ago I would have sorted this shit out before it became a major problem. Now I'm not sure I really give a toss. It's not something I find easy to discuss with people who could probably intervene as I'm tired of hearing myself grizzle and moan about a seemingly endless stream of minor issues.
I'm so over aches and pains and scabby skin cancers and some crappy thing that's wrong with one eye and the rapidly balding tyres on my overworked car and the feral rose bushes that keep springing up in my neglected garden and whatever it is that is digging burrows under my house and the filling that fell out of my tooth and the chainsaw that won't idle properly... To be honest, I just feel like staying in bed and pulling the doona over my head. Maybe we all need a holiday. Mxx