I'm on my way...

I think my luck has changed.

After weeks of anxiety (and a mild case of the blues) I seem to have found a job. I have to say that it's not due to my hard work and persistence but more to do with asking for help.

You may or may not know that I'm not very good at asking for help - mostly I'm afraid that people will say no (and that has happened on more than one occasion). However, I have come to realise that my friends don't say no and that even when I've been a selfish, lazy cow ("No" I hear you say, "not you Shiralee" but yes I'm afraid so and much too often) my friends have always helped me out. My problem is that I put off asking for help for far too long and end up in situations where what I'm asking for can be too much for one person.

Right now I'm just gleeful at finally finding paid employment. I think my parents will be too. My mum has been worried that I'm sinking into depression (I will not be depressed - life is too short) and when my mum worries, my dad worries - and we have enough dramas in the family without me adding to them.

More when it's all confirmed.