The Worker

The University rang me back. They have a job for me on their main campus, which means commuting is no longer a problem.

The professional body for Australian speech pathologists has completed their assessment of my qualification and skills and deemed me employable. There are no more excuses, I've got a job for two days a week.

I may be seeing the inside of fewer coffee houses from now on, but I'll be ordering the most expensive thing on the menu. If I'm continuing my role as tour guide, I must keep my strength up.