I am totally fucking knackered… I am a physical wreck… My body has more aches than I knew were possible… I am in pain…
The job, ladies and gentleman, has taken it’s toll. After an initial burst of godlike magnificence at the courier depot I’ve started to feel the effects. The 16 mile cycle ride every day and the relentless lugging… On Friday morning I woke up with bruised muscles, a blinding headache and a very sore thumb and let me tell you, it felt awful. Still, I made it to work and home again though I did sleep like a baby last night (and only recovered enough to write this now).
Oooh fuuuuckk….
(Back on Monday!)
It’s just a minor blip, Pete. The muscles will ease, the thumb will heal, but…
I am fiercely jealous that one of your past jobs was caring for giant otters.
I have seen the little bairns at the Nature Centre, whizzing up the gate 10 minutes before feeding time, squeaking with pleas for food (although there is always one who goes for the ultimate in heart-string-pulling by wibbling around on the floor on it’s back playing with a pebble… *girly soppy moment*)
Fair play, sir. The physical work is a mere bagatelle when faced with the look of an otter…