The walk home on the Thursday night was equally as bad if not worse than the walk to work. Ten minutes from the tram stop to the flat, and I did think about getting down on the floor and dragging myself. (What I need is a skateboard).
I should have called J. or just got a bloody taxi, but as usual I thought I’d try to stick it out because I don’t like to cause a fuss. Oh no, I’m all right. I’ll be fine. That exact same aspect of my personality is the reason I’m still working at the same place, the reason I’m still being paid what I was two years ago. Well, no more. I’m resolved to learn lessons from this. I’m going to change my life.
