When does stress become a force that has the capability to consume the mind? Sleepless nights. Short tempered. Memory lapses. They all warrant validity. The office is becoming a literal arena of stressful battles - and don’t get me wrong, I can handle stress - but over 3 years it’s becoming a beast that I feel needs addressing… and I’m not quite sure where to begin.

Of course I work in a high tensile environment, a no holds barred shit-fest of selfish fucks that would sooner water the trees than piss on my burning clothing… it’s what I encounter every day, and I’m fine with it.

All I know is that I love what I do, my 2007 is the best year I’ve had since I started 3 years ago, and I will continue to service the unemployed and the unhappy employed the best I can… with a chameleon eye on the wankers that call themselves my peers.

I’ve never been one to feel comfortable with two faces, and I won’t start now.

I know, a full month and nothing from the britblogger… rather busy few weeks it’s been - allow me to fill in the blank. I had a birthday, my wee nephew had his 1st birthday, working my arse off at the office pulling 10 hour days, celebrated St Patrick’s Day with the missus, worked some more, bought a new phone (Motorola Q) as my Razr turned out to be a piece of shit, and various other happenings of note. I think though in all fairness I’ve just not had the motivation to write as regularly as I’d been doing. This is most likely due to me being stressed out at work, or too tired at home to be bothered.

It’s mother’s Day in England today. I know my mam’s sad as it’s the first time that she’s been unable to wish her own mam happy mother’s day.

I’ll try to write more often. Oh, and I’m still a non-smoker.