Got around five minutes before work ends. Gonna see if I can get this done in that time. Probably won’t but that’s fine. That’s all okay. Not the worst thing in the world.

Sometimes the rush makes me reflective of a job I no loner work and I wonder why. I certainly have no nostalgia for that job and am glad that I can say it has been years since I was last in its offices, but sometimes I do miss the people, or at least the people who I worked with and now no longer talk to.

I don’t miss cycling from St Leonards to Glebe at night, though sometimes I do. It was an easy run in some ways. Not the best and not the worst. Realistically I could do it again but seeing as I live a little further away from St Leonards now it would end up taking a lot longer and so I don’t want to do that.

Maybe one day.

Thinking about how sometimes I’d do my writing in the last ten minutes of working in an evening. It was something I could do and so it was something I’d do on occasion. I think.

It was a very different time back then to how it is now, or maybe I’m just more aware of things now than I was then. Not sure. Some things have certainly changed, but I also think there are some things I was pretty ignorant of back then that I no longer am, or at least I’d like to believe I no longer am.

Still so much to learn really.

Actually, sometimes I do miss that office space. Not so much the business I worked for, but the office space itself. It wasn’t the best. It wasn’t the worst.

And there goes the last five minutes of the shift.

So anyway, it was kind of a cosy office space, though maybe it was ore that it was one I was really familiar with. It’s where I met Ewe, Fe and a few others but it was one I got to know. But I don’t think I’d go back given the opportunity unless it was for some sort of biological research rather than more customer service.

Working in St Leonards certainly was a time. It was not a good time most of the time but it certainly was a time for realising a lot of things. Also was a time for feeling as though that was going to be the rest of my life, and I’m finding myself feeling the same way now. The environment may change but all I’ve done is move sideways. Hopefully I can move upward at some point.

It’s cold now and that reminds me a little of the cycle. I think I’ve written about that cycle home before and I’ll probably write about it again at some point in the future. For now I think I’m just going to wrap this up somewhere around here.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 09:58:97

Toward the end of this I slowed down a bit. I think it had to do with the work shift coming to an end. Also tried to pick my words somewhat carefully. Didn’t lead to an improvement, or maybe it did.

Written at home.