January sails

I’m still on a high from Christmas. On top of that, I’ve been taken on full-time at the supermarket. They were very impressed by my work ethic and attitude (and by the way I resisted the urge to sue them for the foot bruises) and have asked me to join their Permanent Overnight Workforce. Ok, it’s not exactly what I wanted to start the year doing, and it’s not the ideal use of a chemistry degree, but it’s easy, it’s fun, and I get a £1.80 an hour pay rise now I’m not being hired through an agency. It’s all gravy.
The store is undergoing a stockroom refit this week, so I get a few days to enjoy the leftover Christmas tree chocolates and catch up on the crap I recorded off telly before launching back into it next Monday.

Sister Sophie rang again today. I missed her because I was having a celebratory lunch with Kevin, the only other Christmas temp who’s been taken on full-time. He’s a 38-year-old father of two who had to quit a good job to care for his dying mother, then had a nervous breakdown when his missus pissed off with a policeman. This is the first job he’s got since therapy and he plans to stick it out so he can see more of his kids and maybe even challenge for custody. All this came out over two beef lasagnes and some Kronenbourg. Then I got home to find a message from Sophie on the telephone. I had a lump in my throat just hearing her voice. God knows how I’ll hold it together when I see her.. But I can’t wait to find out…

RC 5-1-09
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