Nice people

I am slowly getting used to working with nice people again, but I am still a bit skittish.

After some deeply unpleasant workplace experiences in recent years, I have PTSD. Whenever my boss rings me, I invariably panic and think it’s because I’ve done something wrong.

She is hardly ever calling because I have done something wrong. And even when I have screwed up slightly, she is very polite about it.

I’ve always believed that being inclusive and kind is a far better way to lead and inspire others to follow you. Ruling through fear is very last century.

I had a drink with two of my co-workers last night after work and it was lovely. They are top blokes and not just because they bought me a glass of pink wine.

It has also been exciting to hit some goals in the workplace. My boss and I celebrated the milestone of 25,000 followers on the Destination NSW LinkedIn page this week, which was a buzz. The page has picked up more than 900 followers over the last month alone, which I am crediting to the power of Vivid Sydney and trippy drone videos.

I followed up my work tipple by taking the youngest to a local Italian joint to use a free pizza voucher. It was a gift from a real estate agent who is eager for my business.

He popped over on Wednesday and pretended not to be horrified by the horder-esque state of my house.

We both agreed that the market has gone into meltdown following media hysteria and Reserve Bank rate rises.

So I am probably going to sit tight for a while before selling. In the meantime I need to sort out the terrifying mess on the children’s side of the house.

It has been a bit hard to tackle due to a combination of ill health, overwhelming work hours and taking care of two teenagers.

But perhaps I can gird my loins for a few hours of pain this weekend to make a start on the clear out.

Wish me luck.

And have a fabulous weekend.

I am hoping mine contains a few highlights that don’t involve a mop and vacuum.

Song of the day: Pearl Jam “Better man”