Monday, July 28
They really shouldn't call this "work experience" when there is no actual "work" to be done. I'm slowly going out of my mind from doing nothing constructive. Even started fiddling with the crossword puzzle, which I've always regarded as the hobby of grubby old men in tweed jackets, but managed to stop myself from degenerating in time. But a nap in the loo is not out of the question, especially with post-lunch stupor setting in.
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