the hits playing 50 chick flick favourites for me to chill to, after the journey home from hell.
It took us over 2 hours to get back – admittedly we stopped for petrol, but that only takes a few minutes. That’ll teach me to try leaving work early to miss the traffic.
Today has been tougher than yesterday – I’ve actually tried to work and concentrate today, whereas yesterday I let quite a lot of it drift and just gathered information. Many of my colleagues are being very lovely – one project manager in particular came and dragged me away from my desk to sit with him for a bit, because he said I looked like I needed a break, and then from 4pm onwards, tapped his watch, chased ppl away from me, and nagged me to go home.
Shame the traffic wasn’t playing as well, but you can’t have everything.
The children were hugely unimpressed that I arrived early and interrupted their after school club. They like it there a lot. Small ran round and told me all about his orange seed, and made me crack up when he said “but I’m going to need a space actually” sounding so much like Big used to sound it was like taking a quick step back in time.
Big told me to go away. She got over it though, and chatted most of the way home.
So, that’s two days back in the office. Both easier and harder than I expected. Very glad that I’m working from home tomorrow – I might actually get a bit more done that way too. Will be easier as well if I’m anywhere near as emotional as I felt today. Not sad, just emotional – which made dealing with ppl really quite difficult.
We keep plodding on though. Back at the hospital tomorrow, hopefully to be told that I don’t need to go back again. Then I suppose I can start moving forwards.
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