I have been struggling with my blog. I have no zing, no passion. The imagination which drives me when I write has abandoned me. The waterfall of words which tip over the edge of the precipice when I get into the flow is nowhere to to be found and I am struggling to put together a sentence which doesn’t sound like it could have been written by any ten year old from the primary school down the road.
Is this writer’s block?
Perhaps I need conflict to get me interested and although I was highly offended by our acting manager during the week to the point where I would have pulled his nose if he had been unfortunate enough to have returned to the vicinity where I was working after the aforementioned incident, it wasn’t enough to drive me to my “office” and pen out line after line of diatribe against those who have I feel have done me wrong. My personal “Jerilderie Letter” will have to wait until I am once more disgusted by the behaviour of the powers that be and have the wherewithal to write about it.
I have been back at work for a week and despite the aforementioned incident I have felt a serenity and calm when attending which hasn’t been evident before or at least for some time.
Of course having nearly six weeks off charges the batteries and refreshes the nerves and although not all things are now a sea of white and roses aren’t forming a loving carpet for me to float over as I enter my workplace, I do feel extremely calm and contented as I edge my way through the minutes and hours at the place where I spend most time during the day.
I do feel the sanity which prevails over my mental state is probably just a blip on the radar and the grinding mental stress which affects us by working in such circumstances will, sooner or later again begin to degrade my senses and lead me to that feeling of dread which often affects me in the mornings when I wake and remember what the afternoon and evenings hold for me every weekday.
Of course there have been a few changes at work, most notably the parcel operation being moved down the road to a mosquito infested shed behind a creek with it’s corrugated iron roof and lack of air conditioning and I think those of us who chose to stay with the “mothership” certainly got the better end of the deal.
Not only have the parcels gone but many of the more unsavoury characters who infested the nightshift have gone with them making our place more quiet but seemingly more pleasant.
There has been a friendlier ambience this last week than I have experienced before and our supervisor is seemingly much more relaxed and at peace with himself although I did notice yesterday that the depression which bubbles up inside him was making a rare appearance every now and again but on average he is maintaining an even strain.
So, my only hope is that the current situation can continue and whilst we floor dwellers have long resigned ourselves to being nothing more than gnats, clinging onto the hide of life and being taken for a ride wherever the world chooses to take us, the calm which reigns makes life more pleasant for all of us.
So, for now I will sign off and although writing a little seems to have shaken a few cobwebs out of my brain and I could go on, life is waiting for me and my bike is calling me and it is a perfect day to throw the leg over the topbar and take in the best of what this summer day can bring.
Take care.
Is this writer’s block?
Perhaps I need conflict to get me interested and although I was highly offended by our acting manager during the week to the point where I would have pulled his nose if he had been unfortunate enough to have returned to the vicinity where I was working after the aforementioned incident, it wasn’t enough to drive me to my “office” and pen out line after line of diatribe against those who have I feel have done me wrong. My personal “Jerilderie Letter” will have to wait until I am once more disgusted by the behaviour of the powers that be and have the wherewithal to write about it.
I have been back at work for a week and despite the aforementioned incident I have felt a serenity and calm when attending which hasn’t been evident before or at least for some time.
Of course having nearly six weeks off charges the batteries and refreshes the nerves and although not all things are now a sea of white and roses aren’t forming a loving carpet for me to float over as I enter my workplace, I do feel extremely calm and contented as I edge my way through the minutes and hours at the place where I spend most time during the day.
I do feel the sanity which prevails over my mental state is probably just a blip on the radar and the grinding mental stress which affects us by working in such circumstances will, sooner or later again begin to degrade my senses and lead me to that feeling of dread which often affects me in the mornings when I wake and remember what the afternoon and evenings hold for me every weekday.
Of course there have been a few changes at work, most notably the parcel operation being moved down the road to a mosquito infested shed behind a creek with it’s corrugated iron roof and lack of air conditioning and I think those of us who chose to stay with the “mothership” certainly got the better end of the deal.
Not only have the parcels gone but many of the more unsavoury characters who infested the nightshift have gone with them making our place more quiet but seemingly more pleasant.
There has been a friendlier ambience this last week than I have experienced before and our supervisor is seemingly much more relaxed and at peace with himself although I did notice yesterday that the depression which bubbles up inside him was making a rare appearance every now and again but on average he is maintaining an even strain.
So, my only hope is that the current situation can continue and whilst we floor dwellers have long resigned ourselves to being nothing more than gnats, clinging onto the hide of life and being taken for a ride wherever the world chooses to take us, the calm which reigns makes life more pleasant for all of us.
So, for now I will sign off and although writing a little seems to have shaken a few cobwebs out of my brain and I could go on, life is waiting for me and my bike is calling me and it is a perfect day to throw the leg over the topbar and take in the best of what this summer day can bring.
Take care.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 