Turns out I’ll leave with at least four times my monthly income, maybe five. Yeah.

Next step: my mother. And my father, but he’s much more sensible and not likely to lose it.

She was very frightened at first, picturing her daughter as a dirty beggar under some dirty bridge. Then I explained the ways and means, and she understood I was really relieved and almost happy to be fired. And, more important, that I felt confident everything would be alright.
We ended up having dinner in a nice japanese restaurant with her husband and my wonderful L. Yay.

Hey!

Check out “What Color is Your Parachute?” I’ve bought and given away about haf-a-dozen copies of this book, it’s just brilliant at having you work out what the job or your dreams is and have to get it.

There’s a website too http://www.jobhuntersbible.com/ but you can’t go wrong.

Failing all else, you can tear out the pages and stick them up your shirt for insulation when you move under the bridge!

A xxx