I have been up since 3am. I couldn't sleep the whole night. I tossed and turned about the job. At 4am I started to talk through the options with my somnambulent other half. By daybreak I'd decided I'd have to decline the offer. The bottom line was the hours and the travel time. It would take two lots of public transport to get there and back, turning an eight hour day into a 10 hour day. 8 of these hours would be standing up (the workroom has no chairs). Three nights a week I would get home around 9pm
Reality check, I am no longer 25.
I'm back in the ranks of the unemployed.
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