Work

I've been working so much that these days. I wake up, shower and rush off to work. The journey itself is so exhausting and when i get there, the workload is even more so. I stay late most days and by the time i get home, i'm too knackered to do anything else at all except maybe watch an episode or two of Skins and before i know it, it's tomorrow.

And i'm doing the same thing again.

Working Saturday nights make me feel like i dont have a weekend either..

These days i feel like it's pretty much all i know.

I enjoy doing it but i think it's about time to find an outlet outside of work to focus a little time on as well. I feel like i'm turning 40 already and it's scares the bullocks out of me.

I've been told that i've wasted years doing what i wanted and caring bullocks bout what was good for me so maybe all this is karma for the life i let myself have so far. I just hope this isnt all there is to it. I mean, there are worst things surely. right..right.

I get my music at home, when i find the energy for it.

I get to take breaks at work to write, to look at photos..to take some.

I love this job for that reason.

I've hated jobs before, not because of the job i have to do, but the people i have to answer to. The people who believe that a person has no limits, no say..

I always wanted a place i could go to everyday, knowing what i had to complete before going home. and as long as i got that done, I was free.

I have that here. and it's what helps wake me up in the morning, put on heels that give my flat feet blisters, blueblacks and sores, take that hour and a half journey to work, stay 9 hours and come home again.