From: "Ceels"
Subject: please keep your feet off the seats (public transport is for everyone).
I am starting to have doubts that I am in the right job. Ask any one, 'Should Ceels be in a job which primarily requires speed and co-ordination?'. I was dish-pig today as well as runner. No matter how fast you wash them they keep appearing. It’s worse than kids with snotty noses.
But I will hang with it for a while; the problem with having no direction is the constant vague feeling that you are not doing quite the right thing.
I think that I am going to have to get up a little earlier in the mornings so that I can have a proper breakfast. I was hopeless today, dragging my bum along the ground (figuratively). It’s just that my body refused to work. My brain kept saying 'hurry up', chef kept saying 'hurry up' and my body just said 'why?'. A handful of choc chip biscuits is not a valid breakfast option.
If anyone has any direction to offer me, it would be welcome.
At least with this job my biceps look great.
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