Time Off

A change in blog address leads to a subsequent change in theme of the blog.

It's been (so far) a terrible holiday. There is still work left undone, projects to complete, people to meet up with (do I still care?) and more to be done...

Time - they say it waits for no man, no one. I find it strange that I'm rambling on about the significant lack of it, when I have decent time management skills. I'm more frustrated due to the situations and circumstances which are beyond my control, those which elude all form of pre-empting and planning for and against.

Of late, a certain someone's starting to irk me. (Not for the first time, I'm sure.) I mean really, even if you are forced to step down, must you make a fuss out of it? Yes, I'm sure being crafty and manipulative; toying with the feelings of those who were placed under your charge and care will help your cause. If you're leaving, leave quietly. But I suppose now it's all about you. Wait, it always was, wasn't it? It was never about others you meant to serve. It was all about furthering your own gains and glory. And there is the one. I swear, if anything happens, you will pay ever so dearly... You kick up a fuss about leaving. You tell everyone when it's supposed to be a quiet affair, hoping they will stir up some protest and tell everyone they want you back. However, you've failed. You're wrong; they want you gone.