Blowing Hot & Cold

So, last week I was all freaked out by not having a job; I still don't have one, but am not freaked out now.

Last week I was frazzlingly hot in Rutland, singing my songs for literate people; now I'm in wet Westcountry-land learning about how, in a careworker context, important it is not to change a lightbulb if you have to use a ladder.

Last week, Maria couldn't even get temp agencies to call her back; now she's in a job that want her to be there permanently.

Last week I was getting a bit worried about not having any friends down here; I've met new people every single day since.

Oh variety, variety …


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