Bright eyed but not so bushy tailed
How come everytime I figure out where I want to aspire to, one of you lot are full of doom and gloom and reckon that I would have to be a pussy, or desperate, or prepared to take it in some oriface or other?
Come on then, where SHOULD I work?
Who should I work for?
Who do you happy ones work for?
Is the only reason to be a high hourer the fact that the carpet burns on my knees should have healed by then?