My Hobbies Include Typing, Answering Phones and Drinking Coffee.

I think I'm addicted to my job. Workaholic is the proper term, I believe.

Waking up on a monday and NOT going to work was deeply traumatic. I walked in a daze all morning, thinking about all the typing I could be doing, all the double-bookings of dates I could be solving, all the e-mails threatening people to drop them from the programme if they don't send in their texts IMMEDIATELY I could be sending and above all, all the biscuits I could be dunking in all that coffee...

It actually went so far that I bundled the Monster in the buggy and WALKED TO WORK. Considered going in, just for a minute or so, just having a quick look around, water some plants or something. But I realised that would be crossing some invisible line and then I really would never leave my lovely little glass-walled cubicle again, kid or no kid needing his mother. So I walked home again, crying a tear or two.

I miss my office. I've been a good girl, can I please come back now?