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Dear Monday, How did you get here so fast. Surely, the weekend was built to last. Hazy, lazy, sunny days, Now seem...so far away. The sun still shines, The blue sky...
Dusk in the city was her favourite time. She stared through the dirty glass of a taxi window, being washed away by the blurring lights and the twilight sky.
First day back at work is always such a killer. Up at 3am battling blind with sandwich filler. Another 12 hour day at least lies ahead. All I really want is to jump back into bed.
A Monday sky, Work-like eyes, with a cloak of dark cloud. Rain in the air, brooding Dead calm, no wind, silently loud To a dark day, alluding.
#household #acorn It was 6.15 in the morning. The sun was already streaming through the curtains. Her nose began to twitch from the pollen from the field. God, she hated summer mornings.
Working almost everday . Eventhough it's just 9hours a day , the inbetween hours were dreadful & great at times . But I made it through , some huge problems for me to handle & some minor ones .
From October heat To cold hands and feet From 90 all day To barely a ray From theme park To gloomy and dark From holiday To now you must pay.
Another weekend: come and passed, These 'boring' days not meant to last, But 'boring' is just what I need, I wish that they would slow their speed.
My friend is leaving for uni soon n I'm staying to work so all the girls at work are having a big goodbye thing... (there started as six now only 2 left me being one) which is nice...
Hmmm this chapter deals with work. Since i have flexitime at the small business i run i had to adapt this chapter with what i do.
This is some oppressive heat. I swear I've got two swollen feet. There isn't even any breeze. No chance this nasty warmth will ease. But it's summer, I hear you say. Fine if you're at home all day.
#household - clock I have a clock that alarms me when it's time to start my day. Tho I don't find much alarming when I open my sleep filled eyes. I look out my window to see the sky an ominous grey.
God. I cant't believe how work has been so busy. All this running around has made me feel dizzy. Rushing around doing my job, I've hardly had any spare time.
I have a case of the Mondays, Terrible, I admit, Start of the week. It should be great. Yet here in bed I sit.
Shadows long, Light fading, All alone, Mournful song. Silence falling, Candle flickering, Tired eyes, Birds calling. Worked late, Sleepy body, Tired mind, There till eight.
Waking up and thinking 'Saturday', Stretching in my bed, Lazy smile on my face, Contemplate the day ahead.
What is that.
I am a girl of only 4ft 11 1/2. I know I know please don't laugh My job is ridiculous I'm sure you will agree I groom dogs for a living and some are bigger than me.
I'm just a soulless maid, I work just to get paid. I really enjoy my work. Not like the usual clerk. I've tried being a driver, My boss I couldn't survive her. I've tried being a dentist.
Up at some ridiculous hour. I wouldn't like to say. I'll do all that's in my power. Get thru my usual day. Get to work, park the car. In the regular bay. I really wish I could crawl far.
Dear whoever is listening, I have been so busy today. We haven't had any management around today which has been nice because it gives us all a chance to have a natter about our weekends.
For the past 28 years I have worked from Monday to Friday, many evenings, and more than a few weekends. When I'm not travelling I catch a 50 minute train home from London Waterloo.
For the past 28 years I have worked from Monday to Friday, many evenings, and more than a few weekends. When I'm not travelling I catch a 50 minute train home from London Waterloo.
So after an entire week if work some of us hit the bottle. The bottle of your choice, mine is wine a bottle French red and for others whatever they fancy.