It’s been one hell of a week and I’m glad that I’m tucked up on the sofa with the fire on, a cup of tea, my laptop and my housemate soothingly banging about in the kitchen.
I’ve worked my…mmm…which bit of my body is it most appropriate to have worked off this week? I’ve worked really damn hard this week, long hours, hardly any dawdling, vastly scaled back trips to the free vending machine. It’s been tough and I’m shattered.
As ever, though, when everything started to get too much, support started appearing from everywhere. Now, I’m not going to get super cheesy about this. I am massively appreciative of my friends and family and I’ve had to call on them a lot this year, without giving anywhere near as much back I’m sure, but my point this time is that your real friends don’t care what you do for a living or how much money you earn, as long as you have a enough for a couple of drinks with them. Hell, I don’t even really understand what half my friends do. I know their job titles, but after 2 1/2 years I’ve only started to understand what a Geotechnical Engineer is today.
I’ll be there for my friends to celebrate their successes and commiserate their lows when it comes to their careers, but as long as they end up happy and are acting with integrity, then can be whatever they choose and I’ll support them.