As Bunni pointed out to me (if you’ve not been to visit her in a while, now is a good time. She’s in the middle of an interesting – and quite explicit – tale of Paris), I don’t mention much about what’s going on in my life at the moment. Truth be told, there isn’t that much worth telling.
That said, I mentioned my pay rise at work recently but didn’t say much about the job. Thing is, I’m actually…. enjoying it. There, I said it – I’m enjoying work. I have enough to keep me busy without being over stressed and the work itself is quite interesting. My post has also evolved slightly into me becoming the ‘resident expert’ in some thing. Finally feels like my work is important and I’m getting a bit of credit for what I do.
That feels good.
She Who Tells Me What To Do has been off ill this week however (hope you are feeling better if you are reading) and after doing the important stuff I had left, followed by the less important stuff I’d been putting off for a while, then the really boring stuff and finally colouring in Excel spreadsheets my brain was melting by Friday. Is it wrong to hope for things to go wrong just so I have something to fix?