I Need A Haircut
This week has been so exhausting. People have such an awfully wrong idea of what delivering mail means. The students that have started working with me, are quitting one after the other. Looks so easy, doesnt it. My guitar teacher asked me on Tuesday if I even get up to 8 hours a day, HAHA, what a joke. 10 hours in a day are nothing.
Right now I am sorting in one area and walking another. The one that I am walking is 11 kilometers long, not including all the stairs, and extra ways. We got 16 ads this week, one heavier than the other. I am so worn down, but everyone is.
So unexciting, sorry. I will try to blog more (work unrelated things) soon.
Screaming for her Patronus is me, Connie, a little person somewhere lost around Salzburg, Austria. If she will ever be found again, who knows, decide for yourself. 
