Last week I officially started my first full-time job. Although my body clock has mostly [grudgingly] adjusted to 6am wake up calls and 8.30am start times, my mind is still consistently wandering in space, chasing thoughts of dream holidays and infinite freedom. I have always said that I could never see myself sitting behind a desk, working a 9-5 job, yet here I am, bored out of my brains and working 8.30-5.30 five to six days a week. We've all got to start somewhere, though, right?
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