Work, work, work …
Rain, rain, rain ….
Home, home, home …
Again, again, again …
I’ve not been doing much writing recently … kinda missing it.
Working too hard, long hours, long commute, tired all the time and too many other things to do.
This job .. which I quite enjoy at a technical level.. is sucking the life out of me.
I’ve always been a bit healthily disdainful towards my work, I work for a living, not the other way around.
But that no longer seems to be possible in the world we live in. Where we used to have a knowledge gap and those with that knowledge were in demand and could command the bigger bucks, has been replaced by a culture where businesses can pull in that knowledge from other parts of the world on demand without considering the longer term consequences.
If younger generations don’t get the opportunity or the infrastructure or health system can’t support the influx then it’s not their problem.
That’s a general trend, but it’s this place, the Dickensian working practices, 8 hour days not including the mandatory hour for lunch, the 2-3 hour commute.
The day just seems so long .. Every day seems so long .. Tired .. Driving in rain and dark skies and not seeing the sunshine.
I need a holiday.
I need a change.
Like an alcoholic or some other behaviour addict .. the first step to making that change is to realise that you have a change to make.
It’s important to remember that even when it doesn’t seem possible, we always have a choice.
Now if I can only be arsed updating that CV and getting it out there.
The lyrics above are from Town to Be Blamed by Deacon Blue from their Raintown album, a personal favourite album and legendary around these parts with its image of Glasgow on the cover just at a time when dark, grey, stormy Glasgow put on some new clothes to become the European City Of Culture.