Fresh Air Works.
Was in mild depression for quite a while.
Tired of my work, tired of the poor pay, tired of eating sandwiches daily due to the poor pay (relative to the high costs of living), tired of doing repetitive mundane stuff at work. Tired of being tired.
Then I got angry about the rate of pay, angry about the kind of work I was doing, angry that people think salary rates are parallel to working abilities, angry that people didn't understand why I was angry.
I think I started developing mild Obsessive Compulsive Disorder of some kind - got pissed off when people touched the screen of my LCD monitor, when they took stuff out of my neatly stacked folders of documents behind me and didn't put them back, when they sketch over the colored print outs...
Then I went Sweden. To visit dajie.
Flew into Malmö, wandered around alone for half a day, then trained to Växjö in the evening, where dajie picked me up.
Somewhere along the way, all the anger went away. I noticed it only on Saturday.
It must have been the fresh air that filled my lungs.
"For once in a long time, I could take a deep breathe without worrying about dust!"
And the green and blues of the landscape were very therapeutic and calming.
dajie and dage (Haha, that's Nick!) made me feel very at home.
And there is this fuzzy warm feeling. You know, the kind of warmth you feel when you are at home.
For the first time in a very long time.
I turned up at work on Monday with a surprising cheerfulness and willingness to carry on.
dajie, thank you once again. :]
And I miss your heavenly banana cake. :p
