Last night, kiddo and I sat around, firstly in the bathroom and then on the dining table, from just a little before 3am right up to just after 5am. She was having her now regular nose bleed. I was getting the towels and fresh ice for her and she was just holding them to her nose. I think we definitely have to put a stop to those chocolates. I love my dark chocolates and she too has acquired that taste, so I guess it was partly my fault that we both sat through last night. I had only gone to bed close to 12am, so I was reminded of what it was like when she was only a few months old.
I now feel like a zombie. Yet, I’m trying to draft an Employment Contract for this guy I am yet to be 100% sure about. He’s a nice fellow, his practice appears to be thriving but there is a niggling feeling about it and much as I’d like to return to work asap, there’s something about this job. Maybe it’s the idea of returning to suburban practice. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that, except I have been telling myself I have to try to go back to some corporate/financial services focused work or practice. Of course, this is proving a lot harder than I thought and though there is still one avenue which looks positive, I am not raising my hopes too high too soon. I know I have acquired some level of “match fitness” in terms of handling rejections but the call, when it comes, still packs quite a punch and it usually knocks me out for a couple of days, when I would seek the company of Mac of De Bortelli. Maybe it is little, anecdotal incidents (such as being asked to draft my own Employment Contract) which make me uncomfortable. In any event, last night after the prayer meeting, Karina (one of Theresa’s and A Hooi’s buddies) told me she had a dream of me finding work in Oakleigh. Nice, except I have not applied for any jobs there. Maybe she was referring to firms with Oakley in it (Mills Oakley, for example). Either way, Oakleigh (or its variations) is certainly not in my radar now. But, one never knows. God, well… He IS God.
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