Three Days to Go (And a Face You’ve Never Seen)

Pre-Burnout, Croatian Mystery Holidays, and the Surprisingly Straight Nose of a Man You’ve Never Seen.

I am three working days away from annual leave.

To say I’m gagging for it would be an understatement of the most epic proportions. I am a million tired after the last three months of work.

Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes - the kind that makes you stare into the fridge like it’s a portal to another dimension. The kind where you lose track of how man…