I awoke with a new sense of purpose. Full of someone else’s joie de vivre, maybe.
There are plenty of other jobs. Ones I can tolerate. Maybe even be good at.
Opened my laptop and Googled jobs closer to home. Stop me being late all the time.
Top result was a hybrid role promising a flat hierarchy and gentle onboarding.
Clicked through to apply. Uploaded my CV. It asked me to re-enter all my work experience.
For fucks sake.
Put the laptop down, started getting ready for work. Had a second thought. A better one.
Reopened the laptop without my trousers on. Googled jobs that start at 11 am.
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