Maybe this is going to turn monthly...
I've barely walked in the door of my London flat after another week of work in Glasgow - this time I was sent up there alone to do what was ostensibly an impossible task. Luckily I flashed the hazard lights early in the week, the outcome of which being that the company re-employed a former colleague (the only person with enough knowledge to do the work) for a couple of days to help me, and ultimately the project manager of this sinking ship, out. My colleague - a thoroughly likeable chap - told me he's charging £xxxx (i.e. a four-figure sum) per day for his expertise. What's more, I don't really blame him, but then I've never been one to condemn supposedly wrongful monetary acts upon the corporation: in times of desperation, I'd far sooner steal from a big-name supermarket than from the local grocery store. But then that doesn't exactly make me special now, does it?
Hey, how's it going? How was Christmas? Yeah? Did you go home? Glad to be back?
Yeah so Christmas was much better than I thought it was going to be. Had CM over for Christmas lunch with my family, which was probably the best Chrismas Day I've ever had, and generally spent a lot of decent time with my friends and family: an effort in itself, but an effort worth making. November and December were quite difficult months, and I now feel I've come out of them OK, largely because I got away from the non-stop working environment and had the chance to exhale. Now I am working better, and I'm on my way to becoming the person I think I can be once again.
The Blog
I have also been considering exactly what I am doing writing a blog. That doesn't mean to say that I shall soon stop writing, but rather, that I am ever-conscious of what I am writing and where this is (or is not) going. So far, I think this has been more of a casual diary than I expected it to be - I had originally intended to post more of my opinions or explore the opinions of others, to amateurishly continue where my Philosophy degree left off. This has not really happened! Again, I am not unhappy with the results - I just wish I had more time even for thinking on that level, let alone writing...
Another consideration: on my very first post, I implied a no holds barred approach to blogging, that I would fearlessly write whatever I wanted, irrespective of the consequences. I have since realised that there are certain things about which I don't feel comfortable writing here. This basically covers two areas: family, and deepest darkest me. My family deserve the respect and consideration such that I should not be advertising their intimate details in a public arena, especially as there are people who read this blog who also know my family. As for me, well, I know what I am, but there's a limit to how much I can spell that out here.
