Eggs or Cheese…that is the question.

Ive had to make a lot of decisions in my life, but this is one that im really struggling with.

So I quit my job – and its secure income , and its soul removing tendancies ,not so long ago now- mainly in a bid to ‘follow my dreams’ and all that – thought Id get another job, part-time, that would allow me to do more with myself. Easy right?

Negative.

Not easy. Not easy at all unless you want to pack cheese in a factory, or indeed pack eggs in another. 25 hours a week the advert says; £6 an hour and a loyalty bonus.

So im sat in front of the paper, phone in hand – what would I rather put into packaging – eggs or cheese?

Erm…

What has my life come to? What have I done?  I mean, fuck it, I might do a morning shift packing cheese and an evening shift packing eggs – then have an omelette at luchtime just for the irony of it.

Seriously.

Ever wake up with a disurbing image in your head? This is mine:

Morning Sam!

 

So next time I blog I’ll be suicidal, but stuffed full of protein.

 

Every cloud…