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Work is killing me, slowly but surely. It really stresses me out that one of the guys i work with is always complaining about having to work certin days, for example, he was complaining about having to work friday and saturday. I work friday saturday, sunday and sometimes monday pretty much every single week, so he just needs to shut the hell up. I wish i could be one of those people that follows their dream job, or even someone who knows exactly what they want to do with their lives, but i honestly have no clue. I think i would really love anything media or photography related, and i would love to rekindle my love for textiles, but its just never going to happen, I lack the skill and creativity to do anything of that sort.
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