I believe I'm heading into a downward spiral.
I dread going to work these days. I lie in bed, with my eyes shut after the alarm goes off, hoping that some harmless wave of virus will hit me and I would be able to call in sick. Or be sick enough to head into a doctor's and get a medical certificate for 2 weeks.
There have been so much changes at work. Mostly good, but with all changes, comes adaptation. I am not good with adapting to changes in routine, to changes in responsibility. No one wants to take responsibility for things at work anymore. Although it's not always the case, I feel like I have been given the mundane tasks that nobody wants because it is not a priority or it is below them.
Newsflash people: it needs to be done sooner rather then later.
N has finally decided to return home. He's thrown in the towel at work and it'll only be a matter of a week or 2 before he flies off. It'll be sad to see him leave as he and P have been great friends to me over the course of the year. Hopefully he'll be back before we know it.
Time to drag myself to work. It's going to be cloudy and 18 today. Nice weather to stay indoors with tracky-daks, warm socks and a couple of movies on the telly.
I hate responsibilities.
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