My work has been blindingly hectic for too many weeks. We’ve had problems with illness which has left those of us who remain healthy stretched in too many directions. That is the way I feel – stretched. Like there is not enough of me to go around. I am a tin of paint that is being used to cover too much wall. Try as I might, I cannot cover the area that I am being asked to. Soon the owners will come home, and they will realise that the old wallpaper is showing through the thin and inadequate layer that I have formed.
I am so thin, I am translucent. I am a ghost working too late in a deserted office. Sometimes I think that, if you took the work away, I would disappear into the land of the dead. I only remain on earth to plough through the never ending pile in the in tray.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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