I’m beginning to see something evil about Tuesdays.

That is sounding rather overly dramatic of me. Some things don’t change that much. Sadly.

It wasn’t intentional to come back to this blog today. I did keep thinking about writing here again, I simply never quite got round to stop thinking about it and just resume writing. But suddenly I find myself with time on my hands. Time I hadn’t bargained on. And it is my own stupid fault. I’m trying to not to pessimistic and depressed about this mornings events. Least because I had to get up at 6am for ultimately nothing!

I lost my job today. My employer wasn’t happy with my absences. For years I don’t get sick, and as soon as I start working there full time, I’m picking up bugs left, right and centre. Or it was my body’s response to the fucking place? Mass gastric projectile issues don’t mix with desk-bound office work. I’m not bring the depression into the equation, which I’m not discussing with anyone anyway.

It was a collection of events I wasn’t expecting, and didn’t really need.

Not enjoying the fact that I have just added to the national statics for unemployment too and the possibly rather large problems the current financial climate is going to cause.