What is the definition of old?
It depends on your viewpoint really.
I consider it to be when you really can’t understand when stuff is offered to you.
You might not like things or see their relevance, but when you totally don’t understand them is the turning point.
Many people think that coffee comes from Brazil. Of course, as the song goes, there’s an awful lot of coffee there, and much of it ends up in various parts of the world being drunk by aficionados such as myself.
However, the birthplace of coffee and arguably that of mankind itself is Ethiopia. There are some great beans to be had from this African country.
What I’m drinking today, though, is perhaps more unusual as it’s from the land that’s usually more famed from it’s tea, rather than its coffee, and that’s India.
Yesterday I was quite deflated. I wouldn’t say depressed because that’s a serious illness, but I was definitely suffering from those post-vacation blues.
We hadn’t even been anywhere, although we’d had a 40th Anniversary celebration the previous weekend for my parents, and then a nice relaxing week.
Sitting here yesterday, I was feeling quite miserable about going back to work. I don’t really enjoy my current job (which I started almost five years ago, and was only supposed to be a temporary situation). It wasn’t helped by it being Saturday – what a sucky day to return to work!
Still, I realise that for all its faults (and there are many), that it’s way better than not having a job at all.
So today, I’m off to work for similar hours as today. Then again tomorrow, and then I’ve got two days off, before plunging into a week of 2-10pm shifts for seven days straight. Still, it could be worse. At least I don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn.