My body clock is fucked, I think I actually have jetlag, I’m still on Edinburgh time. I know that Edinburgh and London are in the same timezone, but my body has reconditioned itself to go to bed at 5-8am and wake up to go flyering at around 1pm.
So today I’ve had to get up for work, over the last few days I’ve tried to get to bed at “work” times, but have abysmally failed. And in fact last night, wanting to get up at 7am to go to work I found myself lying in bed still wide awake at 5am.
I think it’s far to say that I really wasn’t feeling my best when I finally completed the journey from Edinburgh dream world to dull temp reality and walked back into the office.
It all felt odd, I felt like I wasn’t there. I was getting funny looks, hmm, i don’t think people were expecting me to turn up, or they all knew I was going to be fired.
Sure enough, in the afternoon I had a “meeting”. Or rather, two mangers sat and told me that since I’d been away they’d noticed just quite how slack I’ve actually been in this job. I was always surprised they hadn’t noticed sooner to be honest.
It culminated in the line “We found the filing in your drawer, Terry”. and I remembered that I’d meant to lock it before I left for Edinburgh.
Oh well. Still here, have said the right things to keep job and commit to doing x, y and z.
But I’m scouting round for alternate realities.