Sometimes I am just so busy trying to keep everything in the air in my life as a corporate whore that I forget who I really am.

This week has been one of those weeks. I set off for work this morning before 7am and I got home from work just before 11pm so I’m finding it a bit hard to even remember what my name is let alone who I am.

I’ve traipsed DM round with me this week out of pure selfishness because he’d have been at home from Tuesday for the rest of the week if I’d not been unable to get a sensibly priced train ticket for my work commitments. The Easter break meant that the greedy train companies were grabbing every penny they could out of poor travellers and the only ticket I could get for my journey was at a cost of £212. Even with petrol at basically a quid a litre there is no way the journey would have cost anything like as much by car and with a car, you get the convenience of it going from where you are to where you want to be ….so much for environmentally friendly transport policies.

So, we asked if we could stay on at his folks’ house for a few more days than planned so I could go to work from there. All it cost us over and above what we’d already committed to was my trains between their place and my office, so it cost me around £30. That was good for me but not so good for him as he was stuck away from home with nothing to do while I worked. Getting on with his work was not really feasible long-distance so he had an enforced break.

I must confess that today’s been very arduous and as I said at the beginning of this, I am so tired I can’t really remember who I am.

When I came in, I knew it was going to be another of my now famous ‘cack photo days’ because when you’ve been up since 6am and it’s now 11pm and there has been nothing in between that could remotely have been considered a photo op, it’s all a bit desperate. Still though, my stubborn as a mule side kicks in and I refuse to give up.

So, when I saw this little chap on the windowsill and remembered that it was the friend who gave it to me’s birthday last week and I missed it, I realised that again being a corporate whore has made me a worse human being. I forgot her big day and that’s a bad thing to do for a friend who gave me a pig with ‘friend’ on its head so long ago, I can’t remember when.

One day, I’ll wake up and remember that who I am is more important than who I’m supposed to be……I just can’t reconcile the two at the moment.

So a cack photo from a lost human being is today’s offering from ‘Walking in my Shoes’.

Last year's pic prompted a really unusual lot of comments - essays from all - interesting!