Like a sad, tired old balloon.
My normal degree of energy, vitality, engagement and indeed good humour has fled.
Yesterday was not a good day and it finished in some not good style.
Today is a downwards-sloping continuation of that mood.
Reasons to be uncheerful? (oh God, I canâ’t believe I just did that to Ian Dury!)
Project 1: I donâ’t know why but I continue to be surprised (impressed, even!) at the polished ability that software companies have to tell a pack of downright, blatant lies.
Project 2: I have a mental question-mark about the degree of senior management buy-in for another project.
Project 3: Thereâ’s a doubt about the commercial understanding of another area of senior management.
I fell asleep with these things in my head last night; they were still there this morning.
Walking in from the car park I felt as though I was the central character in one of those clever TV adverts – where I’m standing still in my own world of isolation and the rest of humanity is speeding around me, carrying out their productive tasks like a team of worker ants.
The only soundtrack that fitted my mood this morning was the haunting Gong by Sigur Ros.
Isolated is the right word.
R has her interview today, we had a brief deskside chat; she’ll be fine, I’m confident of her ability.
Drinkies after work I reckon.