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The Lost Day

“Oh God and it’s only Wednesday ..”, I said wearily as we walked out from the office.

Trapped inside until late in the evening watching the trail of red tail lights across the car park and people walking back into the office having given up on the wait to get out of the car park (before the wait to get out of the business park), it wasn’t the best end to the day.

In two days we’d managed to do something which had taken the other project team weeks to complete. From that point of view it was a successful investment in time. The other side of the coin is that we’re two days behind on other work.

For me the impact isn’t that great. Whatever I do at work these days can be done from home or from any office. All I need is a network connection and a desk, ideally a phone to save what’s left of my brain from the dangers of mobile phone emissions.

The advantage of being in the office is that I have been able to speak to a few people in an attempt to find a new home in the organisation. The whole process is something new to me and, like most new things done for the first time, somewhat uncomfortable. I find myself thinking back to all those conversations I used to have with Amanda about “networking” and wishing I’d been a little better at it in the past.

“No, it’s Tuesday”, said Nick and I find myself wondering if it really was this morning I’d put the wheelie bin out. I glance at my watch : today’s the 14th and December is another day closer. There’s no time to stop and appreciate a job well done - we need to move on towards completing this by Christmas…

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