Bubby!

Now that's what I call a strawberry!

Contentment.

For as much as it is tempting to complain about my lot in life, for though it is easy to complain about work, about money, about politics, about culture... how can I complain about this?

Small it may be, and perfectly formed it may not be, but this is it, and happy we be with it. 'Twill do (just don't look at the lettuce, I need to plant some more).

Job.

Everyone has bad weeks at work, I don't think I'm naive enough not to realise that, but I seem to be having more of them recently. It's not so much the job is bad, but my word is it dull, and petty arguments about pointless crap wears you down after a time.

Today's "discussion" revolved around my decision to use ISBN's (which are printed on all the books, natch, and across all of our sales literature) as opposed to making up a new code for them. The sad fact is that in retrospect I don't care but I still get swept away with it all. I'll add this to the other "discussions" about them not printing the Customer Services telephone number in the brochure (!), and moving to a new computer system that can't even keep accurate stock figures.

Maybe I'm not cut out for office work - in fact, I'm fairly confident that I'm not. There's too much backstabbing from people trying to claw their way to the top of the ladder, whilst forgetting that we're trying to be a business. Those people are in the minority, and present in every company, but boy do they make a lot of noise.

But where do I go from here? Have I become one of those people that lets it all wash over me, and gets on with the grind, or am I still the person that can change things, when I so desire?

But what do I do? I have spent my life thus far aiming for an office job - I'm sure most people my age do, and just this morning I hear that English heritage are warning that there are not enough skilled workers. I don't want to be a Stonemason, but it sure sounds more interesting than explaining for the umpteenth time how to copy and paste.

There's an alternative waiting for me, I just don't know what it is yet.