The 7th day. Again.

It's Sunday again. I don't know why it is but I'm learning to thoroughly hate Sundays.

I'm not going to sit here and feel sorry for myself. I'm going to go for a walk, pick up a few bits of shopping, come home and have a late lunch, maybe watch a movie and then put together a plan for a permanent, full-time post that's arisen at work. It's not in the training sphere but it does give me a chance to flex my writing and editorial muscles again. Which would be nice.

It would also be regular hours of (I guess) 8.30 - 5.30ish. This is not only a matter of preference. The only buses that would get me out to the business park I work on are run by Skylink and their service is currently "suspended". This means that if I were to revert to my usual role at work and find myself on the early shift, starting at 7.00 in the morning, I'd be scratching around for a lift, paying for cabs or walking upwards of 5 miles. I don't like any of those options.

So I need to get this one, this time!