The weekend

Today is rthe first weekend since i returned to work. First there was the leave and then was the sickness. Since most of my stories appear in the saturday, sunday and monday editions of the paper. I have had a very weird week indeed. Weird because the stories i wrote had to be raw, i didnot have an interview-not that i could walk or meet any one when my mobility is still restricted thanks to my bad knee.
Anyhow, i will use this weekend to try and apply for two jobs that i qualify for then think of stuff to write for next week-for now i will just have a couple of beers.

Am back

Stepping back in the office after two weeks i felt i had not even been away for a day. The problem ofcourse was having to expalin to everybody; " i heard you were sick did you recover" and all that blah blah. Anyhow, work is okay, only George Kallisa was fired over his eccentric article in The East African. I always told the guy he gets excited so fast and unneccessarily. So he is out, and his job has been taken over by Gashegu.
Apart from the usaul kasasiro of returning back, i have very little motivation. Help me God