465. Meetings
Never mind being in a time warp, I am going to go mad and end up in a loony bin. Even though that honestly sounds much more fun than the loony bin I go to everyday for 'work'. That word 'work' doesn't make any sense to me. It is more like a mad rush, running around chasing my tail and jumping up and down in frustration and wondering if it is me the problem or them . I am in that frame of mind mid-afternoon when I get home in a panic. 'What's up?' My husband asks - yes he is home as working from home these days nut more about that later. Now this is about ME. 'I can't get to this meeting because I don't have the mail and the meeting is in 30 minutes and I have lost all my passwords and I haven't got a clue and anyway this is so stupid and their system is stupid and this meeting is stupid and and and stupid stupid stupid stuff. And I don't want to go to work for that meeting. I want to do it at home!' I want to be wrapped up in my ...