Term 2 for schools started today. Kiddo is back to the grind. I think the holidays ended well for her, I feel she is recharged for another round of hard work in school.
Although Tress and I had a long weekend over which we did little, I think we’re both still feeling tired and sluggish for the most part. I think it will be particularly challenging for Tress for the next few weeks, with her office having moved to Docklands.
I’m still up early on most weekdays, with pretty much the same routine. I’d stumble through the hallway, go into the kitchen, put the kettle on and put away last night’s dishes. I’d make a cup of black coffee, read the Bible and pray, and then leave to catch the 5.30am, getting in to Melbourne Central at 6.
I’d still pick up the Herald Sun from Andy the kiosk man at Blackburn Station. He’s got long white hair with facial hair (also white) akin to Colonel Sanders. He’d ask about “my girls” and I’d ask how he’s doing, seeing that the trolley full of the day’s papers is always a challenge for him as he pushes it all up the ramp to get to the platform.
I’d get to Melbourne Central a minute before 6, walk to the gym and jump on either the treadmill or cross trainer by 10 past. I’d finish no later than quarter to, hit the showers, and be at the tram stop on Swanston just outside RMIT, by 7.30. the 15 minute ride southward along Swanston and on to St Kilda Road marks the start of my workday.
At work I’d make or buy a cup of coffee, have either some cereals or a roll, and generally start going through my emails and start work by 8am. Actually church related emails get a first look in, ha-ha.
At noon I’d take out my lunch and eat it at my desk. 10-15 minutes later I’d go for a walk around the block, especially during the warmer months. I’d plough through after that and start to wind down from about 5.30. At 6 I’m all ready to leave, unless there is urgent work still to be done.
By about 6.45, I’m at Flinders and generally home about 30-40 minutes thereafter. I am mostly settled and depending on whether I am packing lunch for the next day, I’d have my feet up within the hour of getting home.
The routine is ok and not overly taxing but the catch is do this repeatedly over a prolonged period and you’d start to feel either tired or jaded. My work is mainly deskbound. I’d leave it only to pick up printed stuff from the printer area, go to the loo or kitchen or when I have to attend meetings. Otherwise my eyes are fixed on papers or screen all day, fingers either wrapped around a pen or phone or pecking away on the keyboard.
The challenge is to find that crossover point from being utterly jaded to finding excitement, stimulation and a sense of accomplishment again. I have been unmotivated for a while and I guess it shows in that I often try to bolt out of here from around 5.30.
Ante 