travail

This week has not been great, workwise: it's been one of those weeks where not only have I pleased no one at all, but I seem to have gone one step further and utterly pissed many people off. For an inherent people-pleaser like myself, that's very stress-inducing...and of course, I tend to make matters worse by over-compensating, apologising, explaining, etc etc etc...which makes everything much, much worse.

However, at the same time, I love my job. I am so grateful for it. What gets me down is politics and relationships (I'm not good at dealing with either because of shyness, having been out of that kind of environment for several years, and just general social ineptitude).

I love the challenge and doing something different every day. I love the potential for change - both my own personal change, and the opportunity to effect change, perhaps, in my tiny part of the world.

I titled the photo above "aspirations" because it perfectly displays my own, and is a reminder of why the shitty weeks are worth it.

I would write more, but my dinner's ready.

PQB