Grindstone

I survived. Day one back at Real Work… tick. Day two busily carrying on it’s business as I write. Note I said “I survived.” Not “I took it by the horns” or “It was brilliant.” Reason being? I seriously did just survive. There was no horn-taking or brilliance involved. Just surviving.

On entering the office, I was astounded by the fact that my desk seemed to have been magically transformed (and not in a good way) from the pristinely clear workspace that I left, into a seemingly insurmountable pile of work. And so it began. And continues.

I miss my afternoon nap.

In case it’s not obvious in the tone of my writing… I don’t want to be here. When I’ve waded through a bit more of it, and have time to actually blog properly (as opposed to whinge), I will write my next post about all the fun I had while on holiday.

That’ll be much more palatable, won’t it?