You know the way you are supposed to be able to read the future from tea leaves? Well, I’m a bit of the other way round, I can see tea in my future.

I’m having a slow week in work. Actually, it’s turning into a slow couple of weeks. My project is on hiatus, but I have work to keep me ticking along, 9 to 5, or 8.30 to 4.45 as it is in my world, but nothing really meaty to do. Nothing to get my teeth stuck into. Nothing to get passionate about…

We were supposed to have a part of my project starting works on site in February, but with the way things are going we’ll be lucky to have contractors on site by the middle of June. So the result is that I am bored. Bored, bored, bored.

I don’t really like to mention work here. Its not that they would mind that much I think, but its more of a case of if I mention it then I’m admitting that its part of me. As much as I don’t like to admit it, my work makes me fell like I have value and worth. Without work I’m only part of a person. I need it to get me up in the morning, to put food on the table and to give me something to complain about. It gives me a daily sense of achievement, a feeling like I’m doing something worthwhile with my life. I’m a very tiny cog in an enormous wheel, but my job makes me feel like I have an effect on the world.

Without a function, I am valueless.

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