I think I didn't quite know what I was in for when I took the job. It seemed like a change from my previous ones. I thought lonely office days are over but I didn't realise the start of lonely days in the shop. So far it hasn't been too bad with Mr Zuba around the shop in the afternoons. At least there is someone for me to talk to. But it really gets lonely at night. I could hear the sounds of the raging machines working without stopping, the occasional hisses and squeaks of the animals that live within the spaces and gaps and even the sink choking and the pipes churning. And then the incessant ringing, the many test calls, the towers of folded boxes that are replenished everyday. And the smell of chocolate. The old and dried ones, even the moist and fresh ones.

I wonder why God always have to make me do my job alone.