Oh ho ho! So it seems the Big Boss has been whisked away more important things, so the meetings have been postponed until Tuesday! Bloody hell.
I don't think my butt would squeeze that well into the mouth of a cannon, so methinks I'll have a looky elsewhere. My brain is turning to mush here with every passing day. Please let me know if you have any ideas or job nibbles.
And don't say "Move back to Bathurst and resume your fish frying career." Did you know I cooked 480 pieces of fish on Good Friday 1999? I went home and cried from exhaustion and general crapness and disappointment in myself, then vowed to get out of my rut. So I moved to Canberra and studied some more then got the job that became my current rut.
I guess that's what life is about, getting into one rut after the other and learning to know the right time to claw out of it. Heh.