.....despite wanting to cry!

It’s been another horrible day in my working life. Sometimes I think this jokey moniker of ‘corporate whore’ isn’t so far from the truth. I have spent my day grovelling and self-flagellating in public to try to rectify the problems that started last week and have continued throughout this week as it stands so far. I doubt I’d ever put myself through this sort of torture in my personal life but when I have so many other people to think about I can’t just back away in the way I would at home.

Even though I’ve always been a nettle grasper in terms of facing into my problems, I have always hated conflict and my usual response to conflict is to walk away to try to let time heal the rift. In this situation, I have not only been unable to do that but I have been forced into a situation which has compromised my own views on life so badly that I am struggling to see how I will live with the responsibility later on when the dust has settled.

Life has been complicated further by DMs absence from the scene – he’s had to go dashing down to Cornwall because a builder needed access to the house and couldn’t wait for us to next be there.

This meant an extra early start for me again as I had to ‘train it’ to work though luckily I escaped the half-hour walk to the station because DM dropped me off there before setting off himself. Tonight I discover that the train timetables have all been changed so my train to Guildford has been made later and my connection has stayed at the same time so I sat on the train, waiting at a red light, watching my connection leave for home. Drat, drat and double drat. Making matters worse, the loos on the station have been closed so no-one can leave a bomb in them and the next train, with a loo onboard, was more than half an hour away. Urgh! When I eventually got relief (both from needing to spend a penny and waiting for the train) I also discovered that I couldn’t get a taxi home so had to walk the mile and a half or so with about two stones (28 lbs) in weight in my computer bag and my handbag. I’m completely knackered.

BUT once again I count my blessings – at least it was a sunny, warm evening, at least DM will be home soon himself and I didn’t miss the ironing man who pulled up outside our house just as I arrived. Hurrah!!!

Sooner or later the tide will turn at work and these problems will drift away but in the meantime I’m still counting my blessings and very glad to be home indeed.

Two years ago I was having a pleasant day in the sunshine and last year I was lucky enough to have spent ages trying to get a photo 'right' - I failed but at least I had the TIME to try!