Its funny how sometimes I just feel completely and utterly miserable... like I just don't want to go on doing the same things, in the same monotonous life. Today is one of those days. I got into work after a long weekend with the family - we had a fab time, visited Cadbury world, saw a movie a the Birmingham Imax, enjoyed a night in a cheap hotel. Then today its back to the real-world. My manager scheduled a 90 minute meeting to tell us how crap we all are. Then a brief meeting to recognise someone who has just attained 25 years of service with the company by presenting them with a rather understated certificate, an alarm clock and some gift vouchers (yawn). On top of all this I've been inundated with simply massive quantities of work.
Trouble is, what motivation is there to carry on doing it? If I'm crap at it and all I'd get in the end is a certificate and alarm clock - what is the bloody point?
A close friend at work confided in me last week that she has only got months (or max a year or two) to live. She was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2007 and it seems it has metastasized. That really puts a few things into perspective doesn't it.
And I can't help but feel like we're on the verge of some sort of apocalypse with the world going completely tits-up. I mean, we have all been building our lifestyles on the unethical abuses of the developing world, with slave / child / cheap labour in developing countries serving our every need. That labour isn't as cheap anymore, yet we cannot all afford the true cost. We'll all lose our lifestyles and equalise on a median lifestyle world-wide.
In any event, I don't want to spend the next 10 years doing this just to get a certificate and an alarm clock, only to have another 20 years to work to do before I can even conceive of resting.
I give up.
On another topic, I'm still exercising and avoiding those nasty fatty/sugary snacks. Lost a bit of weight (down to 14 stone 6lbs now). Had some deviation at Cadbury world yesterday, but back on track now.
