The commute.

Welcome to the commute home.

It's Friday. I'm exhausted, pretty sure I have an eye infection and the trains are fucked.

Other than that, I'm actually really happy.

Okay, I'm so tired I could cry but that's not going to happen as my eye hurts too much. Go figure.

Instead I'm cozied up on an uncomfortable train listening to Bon Jovi, reading Cosmo and wishing I had bought the Double Decker Duo rather than the single one. Yeah, I'm greedy, what of it?!

It's been one of those weeks that even as it ended, I wondered what on earth I have done. I haven't clocked the same site hours that I normally would have liked to have done. I certainly haven't attended ALL the meetings I probably should have done. (Here's looking at you 12:00 today; my leftover chow mein called. You didn't.)

What did I achieve? I realised I have a lot of support in my team. They want to help me be the best I can be. I've learnt that I really want to be successful in my career. I've learnt that it's important to put your name out there and be reconsider. Lesson No 3? It's okay to down tools and do the shit tomorrow. Sometimes that makes you stronger; that clear mind really helps with everything.

So I am going to lay back now and dream of the fish and chips that await me when  I get off this blasted train. This hour is my time.