It's strange how drastic life can change, one day you're on holiday; bored out of your mind, and the next day you're so busy working you wish you were back home snuggled up in bed. I guess that's the working life. You wake up early (or after several attempts at snoozing), think of what to wear or what to pack for lunch, then dash off to work.
At work, time seems like the enemy. It moves ever so slowly that you'd think you're never gonna get home. Once you eventually do, you wish the day would never end or that time would stand still. You try to hold on to every minute, try to make the most of it and push out the very thought of going back to work the very next day. It seems like a never ending cycle of torture..Well, it almost is...
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