Abide

I am struggling to fend off what feels to me like an impending crisis.

After the second attempted break-in at my little workshop in the country, I decided I did not have the confidence to work on the large, fragile and potentially valuable item there, so have had it moved to a highly secure container in a client's highly secure maintenance area. I bigged it up to prevent it from being deliberately destroyed, now I will have to pay the price should someone else deliberately destroy it.

I work in artificial light, speaking to virtually nobody, and I work through lunch. In the country, I have lunch in the open air with my fellow country-dwellers and I am surrounded by greenery and wildlife.

I have never set foot in an open prison, but I would imagine that my current workplace is very similar to one. Unless I drag the thing back to my workshop soon, I have another month of this sentence to serve. I feel like Mole in Wind in the Willows, whereas I normally identify with Ratty. I am lonely at work.