Work, and other such necessary evils

[hawkwing_lb]

I may actually like this job.

Quite frankly? I'm relieved beyond words.

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There's a downside to working eight hour days with the extra two hours for commuting. It seems to be eating my brain. I'm a wuss with no stamina, this is true. Duellist has not increased, and my exercise regimen has declined. Must do better.

Fortunately, I have three days off in a row. Tomorrow is do-everything day, but by Wednesday Duellist might be en route to 15K.

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Something about tourists, since I've started having to interact with them: partly contradicting the stereotype, the American tourist in Ireland appears to be pleasant and possessed of manners.

(The rest of the stereotype seems to hold true: the American tourist is in the majority white, between the ages of the thirty-five and seventy, and noticeably overweight. Working at a tourist attraction is proving to be a veritable font of useful observations. And so far my misanthropy has been keeping its head down. Marvellous what the promise of a paycheck can do.)

German and Spanish tourists, however? Much less pleasant.