Don’t you just hate it when that happens?
You have to go off and get a longer piece of rope.
What this actually means is that since Angie abandoned the “Caring” Colgate Company we haven’t exactly been paying the bills too successfully. Even the part-time work isn’t helping.
Thus, I have had to resort to selling my body for profit. Angie is a bit upset about this decision of mine, but if she doesn’t want to be a corporate whore, then she just has to accept that I’ll have to be a man-whore to maintain our lifestyle.
Enough with the blatant lies.
I have found permanent employment with a small environmental consultancy. They will pay me a predictable salary every month. Their offices are just down the road, so I’m thinking I should buy a bike and cycle to work (considering how ridiculous the petrol price is these days).
I start on Monday.
“About bloody time Robinson!” (Now you can’t say it)