...I'm crazy. I have no idea what's going to happen to me next week when there will be 5 people less than it used to be...I'll be alone. No more friends for me...(
"As a drifter I was born to walk alone" (c) David Coverdale
Why does it keep happanening to me? I'm not going to cry about 20 pounds, but honestly this is not the best moment to lose money.
I definately need to stop flying somewhere else while I'm doing important things...sometimes my head is killing me.
After my first working day, they all suddenly remember about me... I had a call from another agency. They asked me if I'm still looking for work and I told them that I've got one. And the guy reacted quite strange -"Oh, yeah, really?! Where do you work then?"
"Boots", - I answered.
"Oh boots...alright then, if what let us know to put you back on the waiting list"
It's strange to hear something like this from any of the local agencies...it feels like they care about you. And most of them really don't.
So I'm starting to love "The Best Connection", too bad they look for a job for too long.
...that I'm not sleeping 'cause of the stress. And only because of the job...I have to come back to the same job I had two weeks ago. I should be happy, but I'm not. The job itself is alright...It's just my ego, it's sayin' to me that I shouldn't do it. They was fond of me, but left me home after all. And it's exactly what I've been running from, when I went to look for a new job after two years at Waterstone's.
So it's going to be only their problem if I'll decide not to come in the very last moment. I really can't be sure that it will never happen again. And my plans can't become real if I won't have a proper job...full-time job.
So my ego tellin' me that better I'll look for the new one than go back...
I'm feeling strange at the moment. First time after nearly three years in England I have some kind of a plan...of what exactly I want to do. But the most terrible thing about it is that I don't know how to achieve it...at least at the moment. Need to find a job for starters. Not the kind of job I had for the last two years...well, it could be similar, but it should be permanent.