The diary of an Average Nige !!

Well having arrived back safely last weekend, and spending much of Sunday in bed, it was back to the daily grind on Monday.

I only started this job two weeks before I went away, and to be honest I wasn’t too convinced about the job and that I’d done the right thing, but I just put it down to being nervous and excited about my holiday. Having been back to work this week, I know it was the wrong move. I’m not cut out to be an accountant, never have been. I’m not boring enough! If I had the guts (or was stupid enough) I’d quit my job now and just do something different, even if it’s less money. I’m not that brave, but I’m getting there!

I’ve come to the realisation that every morning I wake up and dread going to work. Not everyone does that I know. Some lucky people look forwards to going to work. Most people probably look forwards to some days, cringe at the thought of the odd days at work, but mostly they just go – neither liking or disliking it. I’ve not felt like that for a long time – it’s got to the point where I can’t sleep at night thinking about having to go to work. Something has to change.

To top that off, yesterday (Friday) was a particularly bad day at work, and one of the directors spoke to me like I was 12. Everyone was running around flapping for a deadline that was looming. The problem I had with it was two-fold. Firstly, we got the call to do this work an hour before the deadline, but how long had the director known. Secondly, the equipment we had just wouldn’t allow us to go any quicker, no matter how much we wanted to. Very annoying, and of course it all ended up reflecting bad on me – and me being spoken to like a child. To me that’s not acceptable. Anyway, it’s all being recorded in the old memory banks!

If all that’s not enough this week, I’ve had a big personal problem this week that I won’t go into, but it all came to a head in the early hours of this morning. It just topped off what has been a real crappy week. Talk about post holiday blues – sleeping in a lumpy bed, in a grotty old hotel room with my dad snoring in my ear all night, just seems like heaven right now!