[Photo by Natalia Klenova]
Good morning/afternoon/evening to you, on this Remembrance Day. If we were sitting down together with hot drinks, I could offer you a coffee but I will be drinking tea. I always worry a little when making coffee for people as I don’t drink it myself, and am unsure about measures, etc. But I will make the effort for you, if coffee is what you prefer. I apologise in advance if it is undrinkable!
So today, we are going to discuss the week just gone, and I am going to put a few things into perspective. I find that writing things down is very therapeutic for me, as you may have noticed from my monthly overviews for September and October. I do have a tendency to ramble as I work things out in my head, and my writing can often come across as erratic and meandering. I hope that isn’t a bad thing, and if it is I can only apologise again, because that’s just the way it is.
I generally find it so much easier to blog at the weekend. There is so much more time, especially if I have nothing arranged. When I am relaxed, my mind works better and more clearly, and I find myself wanting to write, rather than it being a chore. Mind you, even when it initially feels like a chore (letter-writing in particular), as soon as I start to write, I can quickly get into the rhythm. It is just a case of getting over that first hurdle, when you aren’t feeling the motivation. During the week, my mind is more often that not in a completely different zone, filled with work and school and other dull, everyday things. But when the weekend is stretching away in front of me, and I know I have few commitments – that is when I want to write.
I told you – rambling. That’s generally how I write.
Anyway, how’s your coffee? Top up?
So, how was your week? More often these days, I find myself wishing for the weekend to hurry up and arrive, as I plod reluctantly through my working week. This isn’t good. I get very bored by repetition and too much routine, and my job is the same week in, week out. Boring.
It is a shame because, alone, I am never bored.
There was one highlight though, as I toiled half-heartedly through my working days. My manager took me into an office with the HR manager on Wednesday morning. At first, I thought they may have overheard my incessant moaning recently. But no – my manager has noticed what a ‘fantastic job’ I’m doing, apparently. Says the department is running so much better since my colleague, who had been with the company longer than me and was seen as the ‘more experienced’ team member, had left, and that I’ve been doing a fabulous job of training up the new lady. In short, she didn’t tell me anything that I didn’t already know, but it is nice to finally be recognised for my efforts. I’ve only been working there for 10 months! Anyway, I’ve been given a pay rise, which is always nice, and also much needed right now. Unfortunately, it doesn’t make the job any less boring, but at least I am appreciated for the work that I do. That makes me a little happier, because I do work bloody hard for that company, and up until recently it has been overlooked in favour of mediocre team members.
Okay, so it may sound like I have a massive ego, but that’s untrue – I am merely aware of how hard I work, and I like to be appreciated for it. As we all do.
Other than work, my son has been continuing with his high school education, and not doing the best of jobs at it, I might add. This week, he has been put on report. Bearing in mind that he has only been there for two months, this is a bit of a worry. However, on the other hand, it is only two months and I think he is finding the transition from primary to high school a little difficult. After all, it is a totally different environment. He is adamant that things are going to change though, which is encouraging. Only time will tell if this happens, but I am going to remain positive. It is only early days in his high school education, and I hope eventually he begins to knuckle down and take it more seriously. Personally, I just want him to be happier than I was throughout my years of high school education. Obviously though, being on report is not my idea of ‘happier!’ Luckily, the reasons for him being put on report in the first place are minor misdemeanours (turning up for lessons late and without his workbooks) are easily rectifiable. 12 years-old boys are not generally known for their organisational skills!
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed your coffee, and our chat. I’ll see you again next weekend.