Welcome back
I walk into the room after thirteen days away. No-one acknowledges my ‘Good Morning’ No-one asks ‘ Did you have a nice holiday’’? I want to scream. I want a baseball bat. I want to leave and never come back.
I don’t feel my work is usually directly personal, of course, there has to be an element of the writer in anything they write, but this one is drawn from personal experience. Unhappy at coming back from holidays, unhappy at work, I returned to the office trying to be better, trying to be enthusiastic and ended up being ignored. I don’t usually like to talk about the words but I feel the need here due to the ‘baseball bat’. I’d like to reassure you that it is here employed as a metaphor, the reality being ‘a dirty look’ or ‘slight mutter under my breath’ It goes without saying that I am an utterly non-violent person.
The photograph is taken in Exeter, UK on the Nikon D750. I find it hard to ignore signs or messages ( usually I like to try and get someone in front of them - but that was tricky here )