I am not dead.
Neither am I Dead Body Woman, any longer.
It all got A Bit Much.
I did manage to rise, however, like a phoenix from the crematorial ashes of mortuary driving,
And now, transformed, I have become Lolly Woman. (a.k.a. Nut Woman. You can even call me Dried Fruit Woman, if you must, but it's not my title of choice).
Prepare for less wordy posts. The hours in Lolly Job are astoundingly long, and all of them are spent standing. But it's clean, it's friendly and, best of all....
it smells good (as opposed to smelling of decomposing body unnsuccessfully masked by faux-floral deodoriser, which is worse than anything you can possibly imagine).
I hereby promise never to complain about work, working conditions or anything else in the Entire Universe, ever again.
I am so relieved.
Stand by for lots and lots of lolly photos,
Because they are nothing if not pretty.
Besides, I'll have nothing much else to talk about, unless you'd like hear about how good it feels to get off my feet at the end of the day. No? I didn't think so.
Speaking of relieved, I finished something during my between-job meltdown.
It took me 5 years to complete,
And I'm perfectly delighted with it.