Tired, in a fatigue sense, because I worked a twelve hour night shift on Monday, had a nominal day off yesterday, mostly spent up in London, then worked a twelve hour day shift today. I'll be off to bed shortly, I suspect.
Tired, almost heartsick, of the relentless stupidity and bigotry of some of those I work with. I was asked a few days ago, by a good friend, if I'd considered working elsewhere. Days like today make me want to apply for a hermit's job somewhere, preferably on a deserted island.
And it's six years, this week - I can't remember the exact day, but I definitely remember that it was the last week of August - that I saw DBJ for the first time. And not far from exactly two years since I last saw him. On the train back from work, I daydreamed about a 'parallel universe' where I'd have walked out of the station and into his arms. Not in this universe, though.
Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
Ahh, those if only thoughts. Yeah. Hope your work life starts to look up, tis horrid to work at what you hate.
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DBJ was never more than a daydream, even if he did change my life, but there still aren't many days when he isn't in my thoughts.
Work is just one of those unavoidable traumas, at least at the moment - the job itself is usually interesting enough, it's some of the people I have to share my time with that makes it such heavy going. I'll escape, one of these days, although the way out isn't clear just now.
Love & best wishes
Sammy B