Up at 8, shower. Leave the house for 9. Hour walk. Start work at 10. Slice half a fingernail off at 10.30. Work in the blazing sun. 200 chickens prepped. Nuff said. No break. Finish work at 11.30pm Get pretty much bullied for not drinking alcohol. Walk home again. 45 mins uphill? Sit down at 00.15. Ughhhh.
New job tomorrow.
Just been told I’m working in another kitchen.
Now have an hours walk to commute.
I have almost no emotional attachment to this flat even though I loved it when I lived here. Don’t know if that’s good or bad? Weird.
In other news I think I’ve got a date this week. Go me!