Escape
I got the same, un-nameable feeling that I used to get when I was at primary school, and watched seagulls soaring around in the crisp blue sky over the playground. It was something like homesickness, and made me long to be somewhere else. This shouldn’t be taken as evidence that I’m chronically unhappy at work—-I’m fine. It’s just that it seems to have been a long, dark winter, and it’s the Friday after a very busy week, and I’ve had that, “For goodness sake, isn’t it the weekend yet?” feeling for a couple of days.
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I never saw a girl who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which lecturers call the sky, And at every drifting cloud that went With sails of silver by.
With apologies to Oscar Wilde----- Been there. Done that. Got the tee-shirt.
Have had two crap weeks at work, loads of sh*t at home, and might have to fly half-way across the world on Tuesday.
FInd the good stuff and make the most of it. Failing that, a bottle of something red and fruity (and I don't mean Ribena).
Andy
by Andy Cunningham @ 20/01/2006 11:02 pm • Permalink •
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Jonathan Briggs: Ah, lovely---thanks! :-D
Andy Cunningham: I commiserate with you. Mmmm... Ribena....
by bsag @ 23/01/2006 6:02 pm • Permalink •
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... Well! Here at Salford University, I actually had in my last office, which was on the ground floor, prison or zoo-like metal bars on the very wide wall to wall window. I often felt like putting a sign : "please do not feed the lecturers."
by Pascal Venier @ 26/01/2006 2:01 pm • Permalink •
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Sounds like a sensible suggestion!
by Jonathan Briggs @ 26/01/2006 9:01 pm • Permalink •
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