The Return

Going back to work wasn’t as bad as I had feared. This was definitely helped by booking next Monday off work and also a week and a half at the end of February. Roll on being on leave again!

I am trying to be more healthy. Yesterday I ate much better than I have over recent weeks. Lots of vegetables and no bad stuff (apart from a very small piece of baklava when I went over to see a friend last night). I also walked all the way up to my office without using the lift when I got to work. I wish I worked on a lower floor… Plus I forced myself to go out on my lunch break at lunch time despite the weather being utterly horrible. C said tome that she lost a lot of weight over Christmas because she got that norovirus bug that is going round, so she is trying to eat a lot to put weight back on (she is underweight anyway and seems to be able to eat endless amounts of food and basically put no weight on). I said to her that we could perhaps balance each other out, as it would be good if I could lose a bit of weight and she replied “well you could give me some of yours”. As we all know, the correct response was “you don’t look like you need to lose weight at all”. She will now be marked down on her appraisal.

I was talking to G on the phone yesterday evening, who had had a frustrating day at work. I have two words for you I replied. G pondered this. I continued “office voodoo!”. I had given G Office Voodoo for Christmas and already it has proven itself to be the ideal gift. The answer to all office related problems.

I did also start my return to work with a positive mindset and set off from home trying to think happy thoughts. When I was on the tube I suddenly noticed that the chap sitting opposite had his trousers undone (in a wholly accidental and him blissfully unaware kind of way). I sat there and wandered whether to say anything. It’s one of those things that is kind of embarrassing to tell someone and also obviously breaks the vow of silence that everyone takes using the tube. However, I decided it was probably better to say something, and that the best time to do so was as I got off the tube at my stop. So the train came into the station and I stood up and lent forward and quietly said to him “Your trousers are undone” to which he said “sorry could you repeat that” so I then had to repeat slightly more loudly “you’re trousers are undone”. He just said “thanks very much” and I disappeared off the train not daring to look back lest I get turned into a pillar of salt.