High Contrast

Back to work with a spring in my step and a smile on my face.  That was what I dreamt.

The reality was a little grimmer.

I logged on without making tea first.  This has proven to be a mistake every time I do it.  Oh, look the telephone is ringing.  An hour later, I had lost a lot of enthusiasm but I had solved the caller's problem.

I enjoyed my cup of tea a lot when I got it.

This afternoon was taken up with trying to debug something.  I asked for help when I started to swear.  Which was a couple of hours later - and even after I had read TFM.  TFM was, as ever, a series of sentences that look like Englisch but are actually just word salads.

I sometimes wonder if I have some sort of technical blindness.

The main thing is, Work Monday is over.  I reckon I have a possible 540 more of them to go before I retire.  I will not mourn the passing of any of them.