I convinced myself to step into job agencies, each and every I could find. A few are missed because there wasn't anyone at the desk. So I only went to two. I was told to email my CV since I bloody hell (pardon me) obviously know I need them, but I didn't have a hard copy. Whatever! One was testing my typing skills - yes I need some job, anything goes. I was surprised as I never knew my speed. It is 50 words per minute. I guess all the chatting helps!
Little James doesn't seem to recognise me today.. just because I wore slightly differently??! He's so cute, I heard him asking his maid, Helen, "Is that Trixy?? Is she your friend?? Is that Trixy??" Oh, I'm melted.
Oh by the way, the photographs for the farewell party is out. Any interest, click on the link at the right :)
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