Thursday, Jun. 09, 2005 - 10:36 p.m.
Job dystopia
I've been waking up exhausted this week and yet I find my bottom sore from sitting down ALL DAY LONG because THAT IS ALL I DO. Oh dear, I've cracked open the caps already, not good. This has been the longest week in a while; work is horribly dull, there is just not much to do and it's all dull and the worse part (one of) is that because I have six different things to look after, every boring job has to be done six times over, getting increasingly boring with each repetition.Psychosomatic symptoms have been springing up. E.g., I get ready for work with nary a thought (apart from wishing I was still in bed) until I pour my cereal, at which point my appetite vanishes, and then as I'm due to leave I start to feel a bit weak, and leave late and walk to the tube dragging my feet, winding up at work 15 minutes late. This has been consistent all week.
Obviozzament this has to stop, even though I've been saying this for over a year. I was saying tonight about how happy I will be when I hand in my notice, though it's getting to a point where I'm considering dumping it with nothing more to go to. YET YET YET.
And here's a jolly picture of some racing dolphins from Brighton:
Look at that one at the bottom, blurry from streaking ahead so fast! I bet it won.