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Back in the Rat Race

Ok I know its been a long time, my life is good...... yeah you say!!
Today I had my 1st (proper) interview since June 09.... Proper you ask! Well what I mean is a proper company not just an agency, that then send you off after asking the ins and outs of a 'hens ....... ' lol. With a we'll see what we can find for you, but before you came in and registered on their books they had an amazing amount of job oppertunties that were just perfect for you.. (They are just damn annoying)
But hey, here I am, with 2 .... yes 2 proper interviews this week, 1st was for a Receptionists job PT (will be perfect if I get it!) 2nd Data input/processing FT which even if they offer me that I will accept... Why when what i need is a PT job.... Well because I need to work and I have all these qualifications going to waste, by doing the job I do. Which I love mind but money is the guiding factor and the fact of I never really wanted to work with kids then come home to more...
Sound bad? LOL Probably..... so I love my kids and want to give them the best I can, I know that is not all material. But also a happy mum is a good mum, they need to see that you have to strive for the things you want in life. That luxuries and other things that (their Father to be honest) Takes for granted as he sits on his ass on the dole and does Sweet FA .....
So my lesson to my children is you need to work, you need to expand your life, If you want to be the best you can and be a worthy part of this world ... then go out there and grab it, work for it, strive... Expand you life build your box bigger... With a positive outlook and attitude anything is possible...

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