Why I Visited Buckingham Palace

It's been a while since I added something to my blog. I can explain.
I work. I work like I've never worked before. Long hours. Frenetic pace. It's really hot in there. Multitasking. Not just 2 things at once. More like 6. And the phone rings and someone needs something else from me, like 10 minutes ago. It's never ending. The phone rings. Even if it's not my phone, I have to answer it. Take messages. Track down another worker. There's no voicemail. There's noise of the 40 or so other social workers and support workers doing the same things - all at once, in one big room, nothing between us. No buffers for sound. No cubicles to reduce distraction and help you focus. There's no room on the desk/table to place a file that you want to read. After many hours, you suddenly realise that you are hungry, or need to use the toilet, or you're late for your meeting. You grab what you need. 3 people stop you and ask you for information or can you cover for them Wednesday or could you sign this please or that a reviewing officer or solicitor is on the phone or all of that all at once and you are late. You realise you don't have the address you need to get to the meeting you need to be at and hope that you can find it on your personal iPhone and or sat nav. Grab your coat, your diary, your mobile phones and RUN. I mean RUN.

Once you are out the door, you breathe.
You walk to your car. You hear the birds singing. The sun is shining.
You are reminded that there's a world outside of that massive noisy roller coaster that is your job.
You ask yourself how long it is until Friday. You remind yourself why you came here. Why you packed
up your house, sold your belongings, risked it all, leaving family and friends behind and the comfort of
the familiar. Oh yeah.
The adventure.
This is the adventure.
This is part of it.
Not the part you desired, but it is part of it.
And you know you can get on with it.