The month of January has flown by and we are well and truly on our way in 2013, the laissez faire attitude of the past four weeks all but a memory and it is nose to the grindstone for most of us from now until the end of the year.
As I write the little cherubs at the “Happiness Factory” will be snuggling close in their mail sorting frames and those on my shift in particular will be looking at the clock and counting down each minute until the time of release in approximately 45 minutes.
I have been out of the loop since December 31 last year, not a sound or a whisper from my compatriots and it’s beginning to worry me! It’s a totally irrational feeling. I ran into the morning shift supervisor in Queanbeyan the other day and he informed me that the place is still standing and of a few of the things which have been happening but I do feel a little isolated here in my “Bat Cave” as the horns and bells and whistles of the approaching sideshow, that is, my return to work become clear and audible to my senses.
I miss my friends. I really do. The half a dozen or so people who I closely reside with, weekday after weekday for most of the working year, pushing through the doldrums, putting up with the tantrums, the contrary, the obedient, the sycophants, the psychopaths and the incompetent. Without those few sweet people the days would be nothing but an endless walk through deathly plains of morbidity, the vultures circling, waiting for the last of the life force to drain from the weary husk which was once filled with a luminous glow of humanity.
As much as I desire to see each of them and their lovely countenances, the thought of returning to the churning pit of tedium we must occupy during our waking hours and diving in only to sink to the slimy bottom for another year fills me with….not dread but a sense of ….resignation.
I have nowhere else to go and nothing else I can do but trudge down the narrow road of which I am so familiar for another year, make plans which will never be fulfilled and spend another twelve months complaining that I deserve better!
I remember this time last year proclaiming that I would change my ways and trumpeting the great deeds I would perform and measuring the ivory towers I would climb but it all came to nought once again. Coward!
This year though, I promise it will be different!
I do not make grand statements and declare greatness awaits but I accept that some things may never change but life needs to be lived and so I am planning a trip to European climes and will go no matter what the cost!
I am halfway there with my travel arrangements and expect them to be finalised next week giving me a lot to look forward to. We work to live not live to work!
And I hope, my friends and I, can find the byways of working life to be a little easier this year and if these hopes come to nothing then at least we will know that there is someone to laugh with, to poke fun at others with, and get through the deathless, laborious days with.
Until then I will take my leave and spend the last days of liberty at my leisure and let not the approaching Tsunami worry me. I will deal with the Ferryman when he comes.
Have a nice night.
As I write the little cherubs at the “Happiness Factory” will be snuggling close in their mail sorting frames and those on my shift in particular will be looking at the clock and counting down each minute until the time of release in approximately 45 minutes.
I have been out of the loop since December 31 last year, not a sound or a whisper from my compatriots and it’s beginning to worry me! It’s a totally irrational feeling. I ran into the morning shift supervisor in Queanbeyan the other day and he informed me that the place is still standing and of a few of the things which have been happening but I do feel a little isolated here in my “Bat Cave” as the horns and bells and whistles of the approaching sideshow, that is, my return to work become clear and audible to my senses.
I miss my friends. I really do. The half a dozen or so people who I closely reside with, weekday after weekday for most of the working year, pushing through the doldrums, putting up with the tantrums, the contrary, the obedient, the sycophants, the psychopaths and the incompetent. Without those few sweet people the days would be nothing but an endless walk through deathly plains of morbidity, the vultures circling, waiting for the last of the life force to drain from the weary husk which was once filled with a luminous glow of humanity.
As much as I desire to see each of them and their lovely countenances, the thought of returning to the churning pit of tedium we must occupy during our waking hours and diving in only to sink to the slimy bottom for another year fills me with….not dread but a sense of ….resignation.
I have nowhere else to go and nothing else I can do but trudge down the narrow road of which I am so familiar for another year, make plans which will never be fulfilled and spend another twelve months complaining that I deserve better!
I remember this time last year proclaiming that I would change my ways and trumpeting the great deeds I would perform and measuring the ivory towers I would climb but it all came to nought once again. Coward!
This year though, I promise it will be different!
I do not make grand statements and declare greatness awaits but I accept that some things may never change but life needs to be lived and so I am planning a trip to European climes and will go no matter what the cost!
I am halfway there with my travel arrangements and expect them to be finalised next week giving me a lot to look forward to. We work to live not live to work!
And I hope, my friends and I, can find the byways of working life to be a little easier this year and if these hopes come to nothing then at least we will know that there is someone to laugh with, to poke fun at others with, and get through the deathless, laborious days with.
Until then I will take my leave and spend the last days of liberty at my leisure and let not the approaching Tsunami worry me. I will deal with the Ferryman when he comes.
Have a nice night.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 