12 hour days aren't that bad actually.
I got in at 9am. It’s now 9pm. I’m about to leave. I’m starved. I’m getting paid for all the extra time I’ve been here. I’ve been listening to Robbie Williams and S Club 7 and singing and dancing around the office. I feed envelopes into a laser printer and get paid for it. I will be coaching unicycling at Buskerfest. I want to hang out with Jason. I want to hang. I miss my friends. I’ll miss them even more when they leave.
