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I find myself wishing the day away until 5pm when I can escape the drudgery of my job. I wish the week away, waiting for the weekend. I’m then wishing the month away, waiting for pay day. I’m wishing December would come soon because I want my full blood

I used to love my job. Part of my job used to entail helping some of our international students with their assignments. I didn’t write their assignments, obviously, though I did help some with their grammar, and show others how to use a Word document. One

For various reasons, some too stupid to be believable, my colleague and I have to carry kit across the campus. This week it’s been no fun, and more than once, I’ve had to carry the kit under my coat so that it doesn’t get wet. On Wednesday we came across

I had a good Birthday. The Cabin Boy walked the Ship’s dog so that I could have the ‘day off’, bless him. He’d bought me a card and surprised me by buying me some chocolates for my Birthday. It was most unexpected, and well received – coffee creams,

Firstly, despite what you may think, I’m not a germaphobe however when you spend most of the day listening to your colleague sniffing, coughing, and clearing his throat in the most disgusting manner, then I’m sure you’ll appreciate that I often wish he’d

By another ‘one’ I really mean another 3. I came home from work on Thursday, let the dog out into the garden and went out with him. I thought to myself, something is missing. I looked over to my right and saw straight away, the bloody council has cut down