Work
A routine.
Of course, it tires me still. it wasn't about the workload it was about the pattern. constantly repeating the work over and over again every day became much more tiring, it was not only to my mind and brain but also to my body. well, that however didn't stop me from rising up every morning and coming to work. it was about the money, nothing special. I'm not going to say something cliche like 'my body called me to this job'. 'like it was the reason why I woke up every morning'. because it wasn't. working in a hotel was just as lousy to me. I wasn't doing this for passion, just as I said, I was doing this for the money. As long as the money remained good and it paid my bills, who cares.
Well, apparently my supervisor did. Well right now I'm standing in front of him and I see no sense in the things he's telling me.
