A Week ago today, I started working in a factory, I did three 12 hour night shifts, and then went up to Scotland with my dad. On the Saturday, came down with my grandparents. On Sunday, leaving home near Liverpool at 7AM, saw my niece being christened in the morning, went to the reception (lunch), and took my grandparents back up to Scotland that afternoon. Returning to England on the Monday, slept and ate.
Having gone to my weekly philosophy classes, last night, I came back to having to return to that God forsaken places of doom, known as the Factory. I have to leave at 5PM. This week has been the most boring week of my life, albeit in good faith. Factory work as I know it is that of putting wet wipes into boxes for 12hrs straight, with 3X 15min breaks and 1X 30 min break, and does it drag. But hey its reasonable money, which is funding my geeky computing fantasies.
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