Another day winds down to it’s inevitable end. The afternoon shift mail sorters are safely home, tucked in bed, eating dinner, watching movies or, concerning some of our Laotian employees, at the club!
We have completed another circuit on the roundabout of life and digested and endured all that has been thrown at us for another day. Now for the escape that sleep offers. The rest and recuperation in both mind and body that will enable us to face it all again tomorrow without fear. Unfortunately the ever present touch of dread and the feeling of hopelessness that comes from thinking that you will never know another employer, that you are doomed to see out your working days at AP, is never far from the surface.
Despite my melodramatics it was as calm a day as one could hope for at CMC. For me and my afternoon shift comrades at least.
It was not so pleasant on the day shift where different factions seemed to have formed and there is always distrust and backbiting bubbling under and a simmering cauldron is always on the stove threatening to spill over into a conflagration. They can have that! I am well past such silliness and pettiness and prefer my far more easygoing shift mates, even if the light duties personnel seem content to sit on mail sorting frames, belying their natural purpose, and turn them into miniature hair dressing salons!
I’ve been a bit out of the groove this week, a little bit derailed, my mind lurking in a fog trying to find the door to the daylight, away from the suffocating feelings of frustration and melancholy that have been throttling me.
It’s nothing serious. Just a few little things in life that have happened over the past week that, when strung together, have caused me to fall into a mild depression regarding work. But it’s nothing I can’t handle and today, after a soul refreshing haircut, I feel I am almost back to my normal self, ready to take on the rest of the week at CMC with a vengeance!
I’ve been out of sorts regarding my blog too, suffering what can really only be regarded as writer’s block. I suppose when you are a little out of sorts with your mood, the creative side of your personality suffers as well.
So as I sit here in our dining room, on the family communal computer I feel the joy communicating yet again, my constrained feelings released, and I am back on track, looking forward to life.
All the rest of the household are safely ensconsed in bed where I will soon join them, the strange dreams I’ve had over the last few nights hopefully confined to the past.
I hope all who read this first post of the month of May can look past the eccentric nature of tonight’s entry because for all it’s self indulgent nature and rambling prose, it has been something that I have enjoyed writing.
Have a good night, wherever you may be.
We have completed another circuit on the roundabout of life and digested and endured all that has been thrown at us for another day. Now for the escape that sleep offers. The rest and recuperation in both mind and body that will enable us to face it all again tomorrow without fear. Unfortunately the ever present touch of dread and the feeling of hopelessness that comes from thinking that you will never know another employer, that you are doomed to see out your working days at AP, is never far from the surface.
Despite my melodramatics it was as calm a day as one could hope for at CMC. For me and my afternoon shift comrades at least.
It was not so pleasant on the day shift where different factions seemed to have formed and there is always distrust and backbiting bubbling under and a simmering cauldron is always on the stove threatening to spill over into a conflagration. They can have that! I am well past such silliness and pettiness and prefer my far more easygoing shift mates, even if the light duties personnel seem content to sit on mail sorting frames, belying their natural purpose, and turn them into miniature hair dressing salons!
I’ve been a bit out of the groove this week, a little bit derailed, my mind lurking in a fog trying to find the door to the daylight, away from the suffocating feelings of frustration and melancholy that have been throttling me.
It’s nothing serious. Just a few little things in life that have happened over the past week that, when strung together, have caused me to fall into a mild depression regarding work. But it’s nothing I can’t handle and today, after a soul refreshing haircut, I feel I am almost back to my normal self, ready to take on the rest of the week at CMC with a vengeance!
I’ve been out of sorts regarding my blog too, suffering what can really only be regarded as writer’s block. I suppose when you are a little out of sorts with your mood, the creative side of your personality suffers as well.
So as I sit here in our dining room, on the family communal computer I feel the joy communicating yet again, my constrained feelings released, and I am back on track, looking forward to life.
All the rest of the household are safely ensconsed in bed where I will soon join them, the strange dreams I’ve had over the last few nights hopefully confined to the past.
I hope all who read this first post of the month of May can look past the eccentric nature of tonight’s entry because for all it’s self indulgent nature and rambling prose, it has been something that I have enjoyed writing.
Have a good night, wherever you may be.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 