All boxes ticked. In search of a meaningful life (part 2 of 3)

So there I am looking through the glass of the door to the Registrar’s Room. I am about to enter to collect my bag before going home.  I hesitate. I stop. I observe curiously. It is eight o’clock on a Friday evening. Behind that door is my senior colleague, still in her theatre scrubs, sitting crossed-legged on the chair facing away from the door and staring at…

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