Sometimes my job can be fun and interesting. Sometimes it challenges me and requires me to use my all creative or problem solving skills. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and part of me is actually looking forward to getting back in there and getting on with work.

Other times it feels like working in a great cavernous factory, stood next to a section of rolling conveyor belt, spraying small round cirlces of red paint onto a non-descript pieces of metal as they slowely pass by me. I don’t know what the peices of metal will be made into, I don’t understand the significance that my small cirle of red has to that product and neither am I entirely convinced that if I stop squirting the paint onto the metal, anyone would actually notice.

What to do eh?