The thing about being back to work is the level of playground drama that goes on.
It feels strange to be completely immersed in it again.
Loud personalities are encroaching on my space.
I feel my back starting to ache with the bother of it all.
I want to work in a place free from politics...but honestly there is none.
That is my depressing thought of the day.
That everyone in Ireland who looks stressed is stressed. I reckon this work life balance that we all crap on about so much doesn't exist.
You are expected to give too much to work and if you do not then the trouble starts.
I just have to keep picturing the people I saw living in huts off the side of the mountain with nothing, barely a thread and put it all in perspective again for myself.
Thailand is a funny place like that. Lots of students travelling on a budget that would pay the wages of some Thai workers for years. It is really commercial, beautiful, ravaged, over-run with tourists. The Thai people are just so polite and helpful.
Ah now I am back in the good place.
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