ME: So I should be done working here by November. At least.
MARIE: Oh, I don't know. I doubt you'll have found a job by then.
HUH? Am I really that unemployable (and is this a word?)? Or just really naiive? I mean, I have damn good GCSEs, good a-levels and a degree! Plus four years work experience, a fine reference and voluntary work! Wouldn't you employ me?
I'm not looking for a job with Alan Sugar. Just anything full-time, please.
Fye is glaring at me. I think he wants me to get off the laptop and put him back in his sparkly, clean cage. I'm turning away and pretending I can't feel his gaze burning a hole in my back.
Tomorrow I must say goodbye to someone very special for 3 whole weeks. And then some. I'm not very good at goodbyes. I usually opt for the nonchalant, playin-it-cool, emotionally redundant method. Which often, I've learned, results in regret. Maybe I should add it to my list - learn to say goodbye. But isn't that just tragic? I don't want to grow accustomed to goodbyes.
I think maybe I should focus on improving my hellos.
I'm gonna get a pinwheel when we go to Blackpool. A BIG one.
(And the seventh unnatural hole in my flesh has a name! Isby!)