Well, I made it through Monday…

I was dreading going to work this morning. Actually I feel I should write it like this: Dreading. With a capital D. I actually felt physically sick. I spent half my tram ride trying to figure out all the things I could possibly do wrong so I could make sure I didn’t do it. The only reason I didn’t spend the whole journey worrying is because by the time we got to the train station I’d managed to calm down enough to at least read my book.
Pathetic isn’t it? As it is I didn’t end up doing anything wrong… at least that I’m aware of. But then what do I know? Up until two weeks ago I thought I was doing well…

So, I didn’t get into any trouble at work today, but there has been a new rule intoduced.
Since I started my internship, they’ve let me go early on a Friday afternoon, usually around 4:30pm. Only if things were quiet, of course. Judging by the fact that everybody leaves then I assume it’s because they want to start the weekend early too. Today the bosses wife announced that from now on we will be closing at 4pm on Fridays, as long as there’s no urgent work that needs doing. But to make up for the lost time we are to stay until 5:15 every other day of the week. I haven’t quite decided what to make of this yet. Do you think it would be cynical of me to think they’re not just trying to be nice and give us an extra hour of weekend? Answers on the back of a copy of “Teach Yourself How to Read Your Bosses Mind” (OK, that one probably doesn’t exist but it really, really should).

I’m off to make tea now. Hopefully I’ll be back tomorrow with something new to talk about. ‘Cause I’m really not liking the way work is starting to take over this blog…
By the way, has anyone else have wondered why they call it work-life balance, as if work were a separate entity rather than just another part of life? I don’t know about you but I find that thought incredibly depressing.

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