Blimey, it seems like you’re treating your job like a last call at the pub, barely acknowledging its existence. You’ve been glossing over the important bits like a bloke avoiding the bill after a curry night out. Is it just a wee phase you’re going through, or have you genuinely had enough of your gig? Perhaps you’re as keen on your job as a vegan is on a bacon sarnie. Time to take a breather, love, and ponder about what really tickles your fancy. And here’s your lucky charm: A four-leaf clover. But remember, you’ve got more chance of finding a sober Brit at a football match than stumbling upon one of those. So good luck with that, you’re going to need it.

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