Today was my one day reprieve—working at Sol Breads, West End.
It has been a hardcore week working on the Journal at 'real job'. That being said, 'real job' is a bit of a joke and I spend several hours there every day wanting to poke various stationary items through my eyeballs. It quietly incites that level of frustration and rage.
Oh well, not for long now I hope.
Considering doing my personal training certification, so if I go back to uni then I will have a part-time work base covered.
Anyway, I need to get SOMETHING started, before those stationary things become any more appealing...