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Don’t mess with Mr Inbetween

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Hello dear reader, How’s things with you? Are you, like me, glad it’s Friday night? I know I am. This week has been…. troubling. Not difficult or hard, but tricky. I have been – to use an English phrase – been occasionally swinging the lead, as my heart just wasn’t in it. When I can get lost in my work, that’s a good thing. Distractions melt away and I’m happily in the zone listening to people, thinking up solutions and trying to make things a little better. But, when I can’t, I’m listening to the less-than-useful circular thought patterns. They’re like noisy planes stuck orbiting with no rush to land. Instead, they buzz and roar and generally get in the […]

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I don’t remember this bit when I bought a ticket!

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Hi, Okay, let’s bundle all of my weekly thoughts into the proverbial washing machine and give a spin. I’d make a joke about not mixing the colours, but it may sound unpleasant. You know, like a bad Trump 😛 Satire aside, it’s been a bit of a mixed week. I have…. at the risk of sounding like dear old Marvin from Hitchhikers, felt a bit low and I resisted the urge to write anything about it. Mainly because I don’t think it would have done me much good to have talked about the cold, dark mud, when instead, I should be working on getting out of it. Which, after some walking, a little thinking and some distraction; seemed to manage. […]

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You underestimate the power of the trans side.

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Hi, After a much enjoyed holiday, I’m back. I hope the back catalogue of scheduled posts kept you amused while I was away. The holiday was one to remember and the Jones Massive certainly had a good time and without too much coin nor trouble. What’s not to like eh? 🙂 Unexpected Turbulence It’s funny, I’ll often start a post with a line about highs and lows. Frequently, these are minor bumps in the road of life. Nothing to knock your tracking or rattle the frame mind. Then, there’s the proverbial near miss, pothole or – as it felt like this Tuesday – driving through a hailstorm. What set me off, I don’t know. I could hazard a guess at […]

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Asking for directions

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Hi, First off, don’t panic. Everything is fine here. Well, unless something very bad has happened and I’m currently enjoying a sulphur and lava hot tub with Old Nick. Now, wouldn’t that be amusing for a smug-arsed atheist? 🙂 I bet the Devil has loads of synergistic management paradigms warmed up and ready. You thought it was pitchforks? Ha, idiot mortal! That’s *so* 12th century. Welcome… to the Management Farm. Take a desk, you’ll be needing it.  Got your clipboards and iPads ready? Good…. Oh, the Wi-Fi may drop out on you and do write quickly, because the ink tends to evaporate. Don’t worry… there will be a test later. Now, must dash! Catch you proles later!! I’ve outsourced the […]

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Keeping the green eyed monster at bay

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Hi, The other day, as queued to get into the car park, a lady about my age got out, to request a ticket. This was during the day, and near work, so she was in business mode. Smart skirt, sensible heels, nude tights and a good coat. I don’t know why I’m faffing around saying this next bit, but she looked great. I dunno, maybe commenting on random stranger’s outfits, still doesn’t sit well with me. Go figure. But, her outfit, isn’t main point, as it where, just the warm up. In the back of my mind, a little voice whispered: you’ll never manage that. I drove on and let that thought drift through my head. My gut reaction – […]

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Warm heart

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Hi, A post of light and dark this evening. If this isn’t your bag (baby), feel free to scroll on as required. 🙂 The Dark Last month, I visited a friend and found out, they’d been struggling with depression. Struggling, is now, perhaps too light a word for what they had. Swamped, drowned, consumed even. All words that may convey there sheer onslaught of what they went through, and, bless them, still are. They’re having treatment, but by no means are they out of the woods. Yes, it’s that type of serious, the poor bugger. I sat, listened, and sipped my tea as the story unfolded. I’ve made no secret, nor poster campaign, that I had depression. If being honest […]

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