Spoke to Warwick on the phone last night. He’d slid his business card under the door. I was a bit nervous calling. But it felt nice. Easy.
We started talking about my flat. He’d seen it listed on Facebook. Asked if I’d had any offers. Ha! I’ve only had one viewing, and that didn’t go brilliantly.
He reckoned I should take it off the market. See how things settle. Makes sense. Life’s better now. Got the job. Steady cash. Sleeping no longer a problem.
I can afford to stick around a bit.
Haven’t had a drink since August 9th. I feel so good I feel like a drink. But not yet. Don’t want to start vaping again.
Heading into work early. Wrapped up a project yesterday and want to make sure it’s not shit before I hand it over.
I like the new boss. He gives me a task, then shuts the fuck up until it’s done. Leaves me alone. It works.
Yeah, I’m in no rush to leave.
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