It’s been an odd time at work recently. Quite honestly, if it had been like this all the time I maybe would have made more of an effort to stick at my job. This is what my week looked like recently: On Monday and Tuesday the manager left at around 3pm, leaving the rest of the team rudderless. On Wednesday I worked my contracted hours; … Continue reading The Guilt.
This weekend I’ve escaped London to visit my family in the South West. Having grown up in Leeds, and then lived in the capital, I’m a city girl at heart. As the train nears Devon I can feel a tickle in my throat and a rash developing all over my body, in anticipation of the hay fever to come. I can’t cope with the snail’s … Continue reading Escaping the rat race