I'm angry (well, I was. A rather tasty pesto and pepper omelette has pacified my anger). I was late in from work - again - tonight. Today, 21 January 2008, is supposed to be the most depressing day of the year, according to various newspaper reports. After the day I've had, I can see why some people might reach that conclusion:
- Bad weather (snow, ice, wind, sleet, rain, slush and floods up my neck of the woods today) - check.
- Listless and despondent after festive season (well, festive season and birthday, which comes - somewhat cruelly - at beginning of year) - check.
- Getting a bad night's sleep on a Sunday - check.
- Effed off with job - check.
I finished work late - again - because of a complete lack of communication in the workplace. Communicating effectively seems to be a hard feat to manage in my organisation and it has come to a tipping point. I tried sticking it out for a time, what with senior management feigning signals that improvements are on their way, but they keep failing to materialise. So now I'm thinking I have two options - to give the benefit of doubt again, or to run for the hills (well, look for something else).
It's not healthy, coming home to your loved one, ranting and raving about how rubbish your working life is. There's only one person that can change my situation and that's me. Whether something can be resolved at work or whether I need to be more extreme and find a way out remains to be seen, but I reckon I've probably had enough. Rant over.