Forgive me father for I have sinned;
It’s been a while since I set foot in a confession box so bear with me if I seem a bit rusty.
I have let my heart be consumed by the black sin that is sloth, in the office I have taken to an indifference in my execution of my duties.
I have let my mind slide into the soothing embrace of procrastination, and this isn’t a first nor I fear the last time I’m seduced.
As such my lackluster approach is an expense stakeholders in my line of work can do without.
I seek the drive Thomas Shelby possesses and the wit of Hermione Granger as opposed to Garfield’s & Patrick [SpongeBob] respectively.
And I’m here for a sorely needed lesson.
Confucius says without the knowing of the power of words it is impossible to know more, so I understand a church confession is a private affair.
Yet the anonymity of Ktalk and a certain degree of vagueness have their practical uses, so I pray you’ll indulge my unconventional way.