Head miles...

Today I worked up the inclination to contact my work and find out what shift I am to return to next week. I presumed I would be doing the same job as I used to do, a job I grew to despise. The manager told me which shift I am to start back on and then before finishing the call told me I would be doing a totally different job.

I can't express the relief in me when he said this. I think it is a mark of my own paranoia that I have been "working myself up" for a week about returning to work and fighting despair and anxiety every inch of the way for all that time only to discover at the last minute that the whole mental experience was un-necessary.

Later in the day I drove to the bigger supermarket in a neighbouring town to get supplies as Mother Hubbard's cupboard was bare. I drove past work along the way and felt that my fortunes have perhaps changed. I can't say that I am looking forward to the return still, although I am not dreading it like I was.

Anyway I have a weekend ahead of me to enjoy (or at least try to) and perhaps have the frame of mind to write something a little more interesting than my work woes...