My first working day following the illness. On the way to work I had a feeling of uneasiness to the limited physical nausea. And then it got even worse than feared. 'm From 5.45am (yes, I've started earlier Idiot) geschufftet to 11:30 non stop by without any break. And tomorrow's modules looks even worse. How to make broken people. My colleagues were already partially completed at 9:00 of those too. The biggest joke was that KK was shift manager today. They probably call the goat for a gardener to make.
J. asked me but actually how I feel. I told her. I can not do the job much longer. 'm Already completely gutted. But at my age I better be happy at all to have work. There are no alternatives.
hammering my chest hurts. Best to take ne pain pill and go directly back to bed. The alarm clock rings at 3:00 again.
I often think about that boy when I'm feeling small And I worry that
the work I do means nothing at all
But every single tear I cry is a diamond in His hands
And every door that slams in my face, I will offer up in prayer
So I'll give you every breath that I have
Oh Lord, you can work miracles
All that you need is my "Amen"
So take my five loaves and two fishes
Do with it as you will
I surrender
Take my fears and my inhibitions
All my burdens, my ambitions
You can use it all
I hope it's not too small
I trust in you
I trust in you
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