blah, blah, blah

Probably not the best time to write a blog... I have had two wines but god I am so tired of keeping up appearances.

Work is just blah, blah, blah.

I have never talked about my job. I don't intend to talk about it now.

This is more about how I feel about going to work and how I feel about leaving work.

It starts off in a depressing mood, and then ends with a uplifting skip to the car.

It never used to be like this but lately I feel very uninspired by everything and everyone around me.

I used to love coming into work but every since my job changed (without my approval or input) I have been watching the door, waiting for any opportunity to come my way.

I have applied, and applied, and applied for jobs and nothing.

I am not down in the dumps yet but my positive energy and ability to pick myself up and dust off the dirt has taken a beaten, and now I wonder how much more I can take before I say no more.

I still have a lot left in me but I swear the ability to keep my mouth shut and tell all the lazy, whingy and whiny people around me to sod off is taking to slowly chip away. I am finding myself, smiling politely and walking away... this is better than me opening my mouth and saying ... well anything. Its better. For everyone.

What I am saying is nothing new.

Everyone complains about their job. It cannot be 100 per cent perfect.

You can't love your job 100 per cent but I am looking for about 80 to 90 per cent....