The (mini) escape

As perverted as it may sound, sitting for close to 6 hours on a plane sounds pretty sweet to me. I've just worked 9 days on in a row, and I wanted to spend my lengthy stint of days off (5! As opposed to my regular 2!) away somewhere, doing something relatively holiday-like, rather than staying home. I like my place a lot, but it wouldn't have felt like a proper break to me, and that's what I really need right now.

It's been 4 or so months since I've returned from long service leave. It feels like years ago. I don't dislike work as much as I did before I went, but I feel more frustrated with it than I did, and I find it hard to hide it as much, which I think some of my colleagues find confusing.  Since I am usually such a level headed, even-tempered person, no one really gets my level of dissatisfaction and annoyance with the place, and certain patients and staff this time around.

So I am taking a trip. Fremantle in Western Australia is where I am headed for a couple of days. I'm excited to see somewhere unfamiliar and be in a place where I don't know anyone (well, I sort of know one person, but that's a whole other story)...

Imma heading *somewhere* here...!