There has been a bit of a biggish wave of work and pressure building up. Not quite the big kahuna but certainly substantial enough to make me think I should brace myself, hold my breath, and say “hit me!”…
And so I get in a bit earlier, stay back a bit later, and drink a little bit more coffee to keep up. Sometimes I feel my clients are happy, sometimes I feel they are insatiable bastards. Either way I try to switch off when I leave the building.
It is only a few hundred feet between my building and Platform No. 4 at the Parliament Station where I wait any one of four lines – Blackburn, Lilydale, Upper Ferntree Gully or Belgrave to deliver my homebound train.
If I leave at my normal time I usually wait no more than 5 minutes for a train to arrive. If I go after 6.30 it can be a 10 minute wait. As that would mean I would have worked a 10-11 hour day by then, it can feel like an interminable wait, although in a past life (in Malaysia), (1) a 12 hour day is a daily occurrence and (2) anything within a 20 minute wait for public transport is very acceptable.
I still get a couple of hours of just chilling out with a glass of wine, either reading or watching the telly with the wife, before I hit the sack and call it a day. So everything is still good. I see things creeping up though. Creeping up possibly to later hours, or bringing work home with me more than before.
I guess that is not all bad.
Ante 