Last day
Tomorrow is the last day that I will go to work from someone else's house.
It doesn't sound like much, but for the past 5 years, going to work has meant either getting up ludicrously early and driving to the other side of Birmingham, or getting up and having breakfast in a kitchen that's not my own.
I can't complain about the deal dealt from the heavenly realm, but this nomadic existence has worn more than a little thin. Only working in university holidays, and getting paid all the time (even when having a lie-in) is pretty good, living out of a suitcase for a third of the year isn't.
I'll stop moaning now.
It doesn't sound like much, but for the past 5 years, going to work has meant either getting up ludicrously early and driving to the other side of Birmingham, or getting up and having breakfast in a kitchen that's not my own.
I can't complain about the deal dealt from the heavenly realm, but this nomadic existence has worn more than a little thin. Only working in university holidays, and getting paid all the time (even when having a lie-in) is pretty good, living out of a suitcase for a third of the year isn't.
I'll stop moaning now.
posted by jcm at 8:17 PM
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