Feeling drained by the work that I've been doing.

It's decidedly difficult to remain upbeat about a work which demand nothing more than smiling and greeting. The monotony's sheer torture.

Perhaps, the end is near. A leap of faith, prithee.

It takes courage to oppose the strange comfort of a predictable but mindless job. The note of finality despite the lulling sense of peace is liberating, as though one's waking up after hours of dreaming about a relentless straight line.

Am glad for this opportunity to see the world from a different perspective - to serve and not just be served.