I think I've reached that point in my life now. I hope I havent. I really hope I havent.
I can remember Dad coming home once, well fed up with everything. Work had done it to him. I recall thinking God I hope that never happens to me. I hope I never reach that low a point.
Friday felt like I had. Day long audio conference after audio conference. Micro management to the nth degree. Grumpy people after grumpy people.
"God I hate everything!" I sighed ( non too quietly)
" Here, have this" said Baard (pronounced Bored) our resident Viking Iron Man who sits behind me
It was a lovely framed photograph of his two doggies. Happy doggies they were! How free and happy they looked on the photo. Every ounce of happiness was etched onto their faces.
For the rest of the day I was happy again.
and here are the Happy Doggies, Arent they just so photogenic ?
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