Some days your job does not just cleave your sanity from your soul, or nibble away at your sleep and your body. Some days it swallows you whole. Naturally, that is not what I had planned. When I took this job, I thought it would be challenging. I never thought about what it would do to me to be torn between my bosses and my clients, alternately threatening and cajoling my suppliers, dancing like the organ grinders' monkey for health inspector (who really is very nice) and all that. But I adjust. I eat a bit less, I sleep a bit more. I knit when I can think straight enough to read the patterns. I may screw a few things up but I will persevere. This job will not push me, will not break me. Even Jonah got out of the whale in the end.
Call me Ishmael.
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Better and better.
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