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[C] arrying on, dreading this work load [O] ver and over, I'm in the same work mode [M] y mind is exhausted, I watch my brain go [P] anting, so tired, please let the pain go [L] ugging my arse, it...
I'm finding each day harder, Each morning is a chore, And I have no reminder, What exactly I'm up for.
Two Fast Cars. Are. Speeding towards me,. One is red, angry, named. Work, the other is multi-coloured,. Fast in a cool way, it's. Called Art. Work is hard, v12 cylinder. Tough steel chassis,.
Here we go again. In with the new. Getting ready for work. And there's nothing I can do. I've got to train a student. My bed is calling me. I don't want work today. But if it is good then I'll see.
So I have been working my new job for seven weeks now, and if I am honest it's so reparative, easy to do that it's started to become a chore.
All work no play no play all day. All day all day all night. He works, no play. No play no play all night. At a desk on the phone. Talking on the phone talking.
Another week another dollar, well... less childminders fees. My disorganisation continues now the other half is home , one more body to chase out the house.
Oh how I want to put my feet up, But the work is keeping me on hold up. Since I have to stay at home, Let is snow, let it snow, let it snow.
So busy at work it's beyond belief.
Work is over for another week. Now relaxation is what I seek. My kids and Xbox form my plan. Do as little as I possibly can. 13 hour days getting me down. Weekend smile replacing the frown.
I'll be glad when this week's over Glad when this one's done I'll be glad to see it's half past three And the weekend has begun I'm glad I'm in employment I couldn't do without But sometimes weeks...
Today's the day, That I have been dreading; Back to work, That's where I'm heading. Maternity leave, Is all over and done; Today's the day, I'll feel like the worlds worst mum.
I wake up to the sound of life the sound of life outside comforts me and starts my day just right till I walk into the devils din I hear nothing but anger and depression all day long I count the...
Oh this lovely feeling, To be away from work, To know that I can stay away, From that dull and murk.
Pour a coffee, Light a cigarette, Add more coffee, Its not home time yet. The turmoil’s and decisions, Of a normal working day, Shall it be tuna or chicken for lunch.
Rush rush rush... All we do all day is rush. Push push push... All we do all week is push. We are so busy with work we forget its just that- Work.
Found myself a little full time job... I start Monday. Monday is the day my writing takes a nose dive. To a extent I'm happy. To another... I'm slightly saddened.
I love deferred inset days. Should be busy with work as always. Something's never change. No matter how much we age. The prospect of being off for an extra day. Really is something I must say.
My company shifted us to Nights, for the Olympics, so for the last few months, I've missed out on most of the few sunny days, as I was asleep.
You know it's going to be a good day when you wake up and find the sun shining through your window, the birds singing and the smell of fresh coffee coming from downstairs.
Since I last wrote, I've fulfilled two items on my to-do list: Breakfast for my wife (twice), and called parents and grandmother. I thought the third item would be the easiest, but I was wrong.
For once I've been at home over the summer. Ok, not all the time, I did spend three days in Norway. But the rest of my summer vacation I spent at home. What did I do here then. I worked.
#100days The chalice of old, The golden goose. That beautiful dream, To escape from the noose. Working week, Miniscule weekend. Bosses and colleagues Drive us round the bend.
Well this is it. Pack lunches are done. Off to the beach. To have some more fun. Making the most. Of this great British weather. Instead of cleaning at home. With a dust feather. So wherever you are.