Near and far

I didn't resign from work today. Such thoughts normally filter through my head after returning home from holiday, and I have indeed resigned in the past on the first day back at work. Such feelings usually subside quick enough, so I know enough not to pay them too much heed. But this year, I just seem to be stalling at work, waiting until I feel I have enough monies saved so I can return northwards with a degree of security and comfort, and the temptation to pack it all sooner rather than later is increasingly strong. Obviously my feelings on the matter have been strongly swayed by the recent events and the generally morose atmosphere in the office.

Still, like I said, I didn't resign. I've come this far and there's still work I want to see through. I'm so close to achieving near everything I've wanted to see done that I don't think I could bring myself to abandon it now. In the grand scheme of things, none of it really matters all that much, but I know it would prey on me to leave it unfinished. I really do hate to use the term, but I want some closure.

Oh well. Tomorrow I have the day off work (booked as proper holiday time - I don't play hookie, thank you very much), and I have the pleasure meeting up with one of those darned friends of mine who seem to think it all big and clever to live on another continent.

I shall do many things tomorrow, none of which shall involve thinking about work.