A new stage of the transitional phase

So the light has arrived at the end of the tunnel. In order to get here I had to get through a few insecure characters, some distrustful characters and a pair of used blue underpants.

My New Way of Living part II

Whoever said being a supermummy is great, must have been sick in the head. Right now, life is crap. I have a daughter who is still like a boulder I must push uphill, who was it, poor old Sisyphus, that's me. She is the reason I need to work, but right now I hardly see her, because of the 5.30 start and the 7.30 return. So more hours, for slightly more than I was paid before, no pension, no healthcare, no bonus. Bleagh.

Knackered, I am, yet everyone seems sooo encouraging about the job, because I sound so upbeat, apparently. It's called, I'm running at 160mph, pushing a boulder uphill - folks, this is not genkiness, it's sheer force of circumstance.

However, there is light at the end of the tunnel...