“Monday again…
the weekend always seems to go so fast!”
This is a very common conversation
I overhear at work in the corridors.
I tend to laugh along,
join in the fantasies of
what we would do if we won the lottery,
but secretly I am glad to be here.

I feel normal at work,
I am with people who know me well –
my friends –
and I know exactly where I stand.
At work, I am not alone.
I am surrounded by people and files
and enough hustle and bustle
to keep my mind of certain topics
that I am in no state to think about.

We laugh and make dumb jokes
about stuff that ultimately does not matter.
We have work wives and work husbands
and so much work love that
for eight and a half hours a day,
we can forget all the garbage
that is going on at home.

The weekend always goes so fast,
and yet I wish it would go a little faster.

– to my work family. I love you all.