I have nothing to write about

My cousin Katy has inspired me to try writing again.  The entry on 'Getting Jiggy Wit It’ in her blog “Is this blog worthy?” helped get me shake a little bit of my funk. It took that much.  But don’t worry, Katy.  Your blog secret is safe with me.  Nobody reads mine anymore.

The thing is, there is nothing worth writing about from work.  That’s not true.  There’s nothing I want to write about from work.  Most of it is probably confidential or career ending anyway.  And anything I’ve attempted turned into a long, high pitched whine that ended with a snore. 

But maybe you wouldn’t be so bored.  Maybe you be interested in reading about all the problems I discovered upon returning to my job after 2 months off.  Colossal screw ups I never even dreamed could have occurred. 

I forgot to ask for the IPS sheets to be issued on the insulated cups. It’s a standard part of the MIP, written on line 34 clear as day, and I still forgot to do it.  No excuses.  How this happened on my watch is a question that makes my colleagues wonder if I have any professional skills at all.  And left me apologizing profusely for something I don’t give a shit about.

I know you’re already sitting there with jaw on the ground, hands pulling your hair on either side after what you’ve just read.  Don’t worry, I won’t make you read any more.  It just goes downhill from there.

It’s been OK being back in Amsterdam.  It’s just exceptionally dark.  Which makes it a great place for sleeping, but the waking up bit is tricky. 

I have been trying to meet people and be social, something I never really did in London.  I even went to lunch with a bunch of people I didn’t know today.  I had no clue what to wear to Dutch lunch with strangers, it made me nervous.   To complicate matters, the guests were mostly French and South African, which left me wearing something between Sophisticated and Anything Goes.

But I’m just missing some zing, you know?  I am in the negative zing zone right now. Officially spunkless. And I want that skip back in my step and the twinkle in my eye.  I need to do something interesting, something I want to write about.  Ideas?