Not looking forward to it Three meetings, all of which look to be grim, pressure from above, pressure from below. Get up in the dark, 45 min drive to work, hour drive home, soon to all be in the dark. Cold. Miserable.
Now I realise that I am lucky to have a job, and don't want to take away from the plight of those that don't, or those that have harder jobs, less well paid etc, but working for the NHS and trying to provide a service in the face of constant cut-backs and red tape etc is getting very wearing and stressful
Wishing there was something else I could do for a living, ideally where I could see some end result from it, instead of constantly just ticking off the days until I retire.... (and I'm only 48!)