Back to the Toad "Work" Squatting on my Life

I've not had a good week. After my wee week away, I just haven't been able to back into the swing of things at all. I'll try not to make this post too moany, but I've not been the happiest of men over the past seven days.

Can't seem to knuckle down to it at work, which just makes the time drag all the more. Took on some new stuff today (which I shouldn't really be doing) just to see if learning something new would enthuse me any, but it's proved to be another cul de sac of procrastination and over-deliberation.

Don't get me wrong - I do like my job: it's just that lately I don't really want to do it. Between every strike of the snooze button on my alarm clock, the prospect of pulling a sickie lately always looms large. Maybe it's just the nice weather sapping my energy, maybe someone's sneaked some kryptonite under my desk - whatever the reason, I just can't seem to muster up the bluster to tackle the stuff I'm supposed to be doing.

Doesn't help that my boss is away on holiday at the moment. The whole atmosphere at the office is one of lax licentuousness, and I think everyone's kind of just kicking back and seeing what they can get away with. Which turns out to be quite a lot. It hasn't gone all "Lord of the Flies" quite yet, but I reckon it's only a matter of time before someone sticks a pig's head on a stick and we all start lighting fires with spectacles and eating each other.

Gahh. But on the plus side - we're all on holiday on Monday, which means a long weekend followed by a short week. And I've been invited to a barbeque tomorrow by a couple of friends who I haven't seen for ages, so that should be good. And I've secured Monday and Tuesday off the week after that, to help out a couple of mates who are moving house and need a free-coffee-fuelled general dogsbody kicking around to assist them. And possibly paint stuff.

I think I really liked my job when I was learning new stuff every day (it was a bit of a career u-turn for me - or, more accurately, a u-turn into an actual career from a dead-end job), but, while I'm still learning new stuff all the time, the things I'm asked to do get more and more samey, so I get less and less chances to use the things that I've just learned. I find myself doing more and more stuff on my own initiative, just to keep myself interested more than anything else, and it's starting to annoy me that that isn't getting recognised by my superiors.

I really need to lug more stones about. Build more (non-metaphorical) walls. Stop thinking about work for three days and just enjoy myself. Maybe push Piggy off a cliff while I'm at it.