As I walk around and look around the new practice, everything I see is wrong.
I see paint chips in the wall, skirting boards that don’t quite meet, dust, unfinished glass partitions and a billion other things that need to be fixed and sorted.
It’s bizarre how, at the last site, everything broke down and disintegrated and I never noticed.
I worked efficiently and effectively in a failing system which was bursting at the seams and suffocating slowly but I never paid any attention. I moved into a facility which, to us at least, is quite extraordinary and allows us to do our work at a level that is unprecedented to us, but all I see are things that still need done to make it better.
This is toxic, I know, but in the end, I suppose ‘only the paranoid survive’.
One day soon I will celebrate and it will be a quiet and private affair with very few people. I will be able to let myself go and say “whatever happens next, I did it and we got here”
For now, though, I’ll fix whatever I can that’s not right.
Blog Post Number – 2284