I think it’s a British sport to moan about your job, and it’s something that I have done in spades. I think even if you loved your job, you would still find something to complain about. I must say though that at this point, my job is saving my life. For 7 hours a day, my mind is taken over by work. I have a minor managerial role, and I have a team that I look after in terms of sickness, performance, and mentoring. Each one of them has their own dramas, family problems, partner problems, ego problems, all sorts. I feel almost like a mother hen. I am called upon for advice, advice about work, about contractual obligations, all sorts of things. My working day is so full, that I don’t have time to think about my own drama. Apart from this, my workmates are being so terribly patient, and understanding. They feel like family. In the spirit of mindfulness, I feel blessed.