There are some things more important than moaning about a lack of functioning staplers, bosses who couldn’t staple even if they did know how to use a stapler, and an absence of all things binding and hairy-chested in life.This is one of those times.
My heart and everything in it goes out to the people affected by the devastating bushfires that have consumed all in its path. Having to drive back home and turn that final bend, only to see where once stood a home full of memories and life is nothing but a smouldering shell is a pain beyond my imagination. And then to think there are those who have lost even more than that.
Meanwhile here I am sitting in the suburbs trying to get on with the everyday mundanities.
It makes the sorting out of rosters seem even more trivial than usual.
Ms not-doing-a-very-good-job-of-holding-back-the-tears M.
