Written by My screening nurse and medical screening assistant are clearly: a) complete bums, b) worked off their collective hinies, or c) avoiding me like the Plague. I’ve tried calling twice. Not at their desks.
So, I’ve resorted to emails.
I’m very frustrated and angry, I admit it. I’ve been rejected for 4 jobs in the past 2 days, Knitty has rejected my pattern, and the Peace Corps is acting like a dead-beat dad avoiding child support.
Well, fine.
I’m going to go and distract myself. My new(ish) Journey Wheel arrived today and I feel the need to spin. Mum’s robes can bloody well wait.
Sara Morris Design 