It is the weekend and I am ready to work. Or, at least I’d like to believe that I’m ready to work. I need to think about whether I am or am not ready to work and I need to think about other stuff, too.

The trimester is nearly over. Well, it actually is over, but I’ve one past assignment to finish, and then I’ve got to cram for an exam. I’m not looking forward to this and I’m not looking forward to being at uni for much longer.

Soon it will be over and I’ll be glad. I’ll be glad to not deal with people telling me to stick it out because I’ve already come this far and it’s a waste if I leave now. Never mind how it’s had a detrimental impact to my health, because what would I know about what state I’m in, right?

Sorry. That is a bit too aggressive for this time of the morning. Just over that kind of response to my desire to leave. I do have to admit that it hasn’t come up for a while, but that’s only due to my not talking about it as much, so people aren’t telling me to keep going instead of dropping the whole thing and instead focusing on getting my life back on track and my head-space a little more organised.

I can’t deny that there is still a part of me that enjoys the sciences and studying, but I also can’t deny that I shouldn’t be there anymore.

Oh well.

So this is the first non-academic thing I’ve written in a number of weeks, and once more I find myself stumped, looking for the words to fill the space. I could go on and on about how much I love customers and customer service at the current moment, but that is another post for another day. A lot of material there in which I can write about, as there’s no end of customers providing me with more stuff to talk about, but instead of that this is going to be a very flat and probably uninteresting bit of writing. Not overly fussed about that. More fussed about the impending customers, if I am to be as honest as I can feel like being at this time of the morning.

Honesty is another things that I’ve wanted to talk about for a while, but again, that is going to have to wait. There are calls coming through soon and we’re going to be slaughtered.

Well, that, and I’m nearing the end of the word limit I’ve set myself, and also writing is hurting me a lot more than I’d like to admit. I’m referring to physical, rather than mental pain.

Well, that all said, it’s nearly over, it’s nearly done and I am nearly ready to go home for the day. Rather not be here as there is a lot that I need to do, but need to earn money to stay afloat.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:01:86

Close to two weeks since I last wrote and this is the best I could do?

Written at work.