What I do is simple. I work. This would be an okay situation if my job offered me a decent amount of hours. The worst part of it is that I have these random weeks jam packed full of working...just enough to lull me into a false sense of security of thinking that all my weeks will be like this. Of course, the weeks after are always accompanied with a daunting 8 hours of work.
The lack of work would be fine, if I had something (anything) to do instead.
-- Otis on the move
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