Tomorrow I can be absolutely honest. This woman is very good, apparently. I still work in the same place, I still dislike it intensely and find it increasingly difficult to drag myself out of bed every morning. I want to be with Michael. We know that we are meant to be together. He fills my gaps and I fill his but there are no jobs. Times are still hard and it looks like I’m going to have to stay in Auckland for the time being, which is a real pain. So I guess I’m kind of stuck. How often have I had that wonderful fantasy where I give the bastards the 1 digit salute as I march out the door?? Good God, I’d love that but unfortunately I have a mortgage to pay and bills coming through the door, plus I’m too realistic for that sort of carry on. So I’ll talk to this lady and I’ll be honest.
