Back to the grind

I think that must be the most ungrateful person in the world. No sooner do I have a job (after all that IS what I wanted) then I start to feel trapped into the working world again. I mean, come on! Fickle doesn't even cover it. A bit of time off really gives you space to reflect and I realise the life of a freelancer - while it has its stresses and strains - does give you the 'down time' so painfully lacking the the realms of the nine to fiver. Not able to go for a lovely swim at 11am, not able to meet friends for coffee and cakes in the hazy afternoon sun. Not able to make doctor's appointments, not able to shop, not able to do anything other than work.
OK, there are positives: earning a wage for a start. And meeting new people. And working in a nice location. That would normally be great except, almost instinctively, the flying ants knew that I was flagging in my struggle to remain upbeat and have come out in force to chase me back inside to the confines of the office. Like a bird with its wings clipped. Ah well, at least I can pay the mortgage. But is it worth my sanity?

There is a Job-God

Well, well, well. And me the consummate non-believer. I should have had more faith in myself for exactly one month since losing my job, I have been blessed with another one.
My prayers have been answered! I have to say though, this has been the most stressful month in living memory. I suppose we can all learn things from such experiences and I for one realise one thing - I need to work. I was totally sick of cleaning, sick of playing with the cat because I had nothing better to do, sick of applying for jobs and sick, sick, sick of feeling miserable. Finally, the house can go back to being comfortably messy, the washing can pile up again and I can rejoin the rat race!
Here's to employment. Ah, I couldn't exist without you!