On a Friday night…..
I’m sitting in a café,
I haven’t been in the best of moods today.
My boss ran off to watch the racing, which is great. In the lead up to the huge event he became more and more like a child in a candy store. It was actually wonderful to see someone who was looking forward to something so much. I’m glad he took the day off to go and enjoy it.
I don’t mind being left in the office, but it was dead!
I’m beginning to feel more and more like a little fish swimming in an enormous pool/lake/ocean…….
I guess that ultimately scares the hell out of me because what if I do decide to start doing my own thing. Ultimately I would like to work for me, but would I get to this same place and begin to flounder around too. What would be different? Just the fact that I needed to succeed because it was that or fail myself?