#work work work
From the diary of The General Manager of Catastrophe
I have a slight feeling this could be my offical title. Day 4: Thursday I wake up really early and think about skipping this day completely. I can’t. I sigh and run down to start the workflow. I leave my chef the note that I am at the hairdresser’s next door is he comes before I am back. I get a free haircut from a young lady who is still training. My hair is weirdly straight. I pass the key to…
On the first week of supervising kids, a school in the middle of nowhere and my new friends
I don’t know how did it happen, but I am working on a summer language camp. And it is the most varied experience I have ever had. It all started last Sunday. We were sent to Brunel university for a couple of days and I had to go there straight after the mass at St Mary’s. It was not easy at all and I was crying the whole way from the church to Euston Square station, brokenhearted. My bag’s wheel…
I was going to upload some fanart, but realized I forgot to color two sections, so that will be for tomorrow.
Also, I’m struggling to think of anything to draw. Any suggestions? Thank you!
None of my fictional men have kidnapped me. Why not? I don’t really wanna do the work today.
Still feeling this mood.
Hi, lovelies! I still have quite a few asks in my inbox I need to get to and LOTS of reading to catch up on. I’m not ignoring you. Work is just insane. I will get to them and I appreciate you all!
Reblogging because it’s happening again.
my head lately it’s being:
Work, work, work, work, work, work he said me haffi work, work, work, work, work, work he see me do mi dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt so me put in work, work, work, work, work, work