…and I hate it! I don’t like getting up between 5-6am every morning. I don’t like torturing myself daily with the realities of the company red-tape & office politics. I don’t like working with stupid people. I don’t like working with stupid AND lazy people. But most of all I don’t like working FOR stupid & workaholic people.

There’s nothing worse than a cold, damp, gloomy British winter morning faced with 9 hours of time-defying work. But such is the reality of my life.

I feel so unfulfilled. I don’t like it here. I want to be out in the field or be conversing with people or am indulging myself. But I’m not rich. I was born in the slums & I grew up in a working class family. So work is my fate.

I do not resent my situation. I am lucky I am earning. But the fact is, most of the time I want to spend my days at my leisure. And I cannot, for the life me, think of ways I can getaway from my corporate hell.

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