Back to work A.G.A.I.N - In the name of Thiago - Day 16

In the name of Thiago



Evening all. For starters, you’re going to have to excuse the nostalgic title for today’s blog. No prizes but plenty of kudos to those of you, who made the connection to ‘Bank Holiday’ from Blur’s iconic album Parklife. More than a quarter of a century ago that is now…

Work. And so the day that I’d really not been looking forward to came to pass. It wasn’t that there was anything in particular about going back to work that I was worried about or anything like that really, more a case of ‘will I be able to see the point in any of it’? At the moment it's hard but I'm working through it.

I mean there’s always a point to a job in some shape or form wherever and whatever it is. But today was different. Colleagues of mine had told me that was one of the reasons they were looking forward to me coming back – to inject a little of my energy into the place. Well I guess I didn’t quite deliver on that front. Sorry folks, the Gibbs enthusiasm truck is running on empty at the mo.

There were some positive moments, most notably a lunchtime visit to Sandbach park with my friends Claire and Fivestar. It’s important for me to keep filling myself with lungfuls of air and today’s trip to the park had the additional health benefit of a go on a zip wire. Yippee!


(me dicking around at Sandwich park)

I think I’d already reached this point anyway, but today made me realise that there are a lot of people who work for the council, who do work that makes a tangible difference to the lives of people that live in the borough. When I get my mojo back a bit I'm looking forward to contributing more on that front.

This will change in the coming weeks I reckon and that is down to me of course but I just had the feeling that the stuff that really does matter was waiting for me at home: seeing Angelica, Elisa and my Dad, (hoping they wouldn’t ask how my day was so that I didn’t have to answer honestly), this blog, doing some fundraising work and getting out to do some exercise.


 (Fivestar twatting about on one of them exercise thingys)

On reflection, I guess these feelings apply to most people in employment, so it’s perfectly normal. It’s just that we don’t actually express these feelings because we’re somewhat fearful of what we might lose for doing so. Well luckily for me I don’t mind putting on the record that this was a day I’ll put behind me quickly and move on to the next one.

You see work goes on, things still need to be done regardless of how I feel. No-one can possibly imagine how I felt today because there is no script for how to deal with someone whose son has just died. I just have to smile and get on with it and pretend that I’m confident that things might return to ‘normal’. Maybe this is my new normal and I'm ok with that.

Sorry folks, very melancholy today. Well you can’t expect a barrel of laughs on every read! Now how about this for a piece of seamless transitioning: if on reading this, you’d like to cheer me up, you can always donate to the ‘In the name of Thiago memorial walk’ at https://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/ChrisGibbs9

Marvellous, I feel better already!



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