Everyone has a price.

Since I got back to London, the care agency has called me a couple of times about jobs (“What about this one?? No?? Ok, well we have one here too, did you want to think about that one??”)

Each time I have said no, for several reasons –
a) They were very unsupportive with the last one
b) I don’t ever want to put myself in that position again
c) I hated being away from my friends – I’m a very social person and that kind of did my head in a little.

Today, I transferred a goodly sum of money home to make my credit card payment and also to pay a couple of bills that mum informed me had come through.

That left my bank account looking rather sad… and I don’t like sad bank accounts….

Before too long, I am going to start eating into my safety net (yes, I know that’s what it is there for, I don’t care, when I have to touch that, I get very antsy).

Right as I was sitting there thinking that, they called me again and offered me another job.

3 weeks, in Surrey (where the fuck is Surrey?), 7 days a week but the pay is good… very good, actually…

In spite of the fact that every particle of my being was screaming ‘NOOOOOOOO!’ in sheer horror, I said yes.

Looks like I just found my price.

Does that make me a whore??

Worse, I suspect, because I feel like I am selling my soul.

I wonder if its too late to call them and say I’ve changed my mind?




In other news, last night, while chatting.. well, actually, ihad stopped chatting for a moment and was.. umm.. busy, I accidently knocked my laptop off the bed onto the floor... oops... now the keyboard part doesn't work - i can still log in and everything, but can't type.... This may be a problem...