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As I was driving home - or rather, balancing my car on the clutch in the stop-start that is friday night traffic on the A34 - listening to Chris Zico yowling away over the stereo, I realised that I had three dilemmas.
One: Do I risk quitting a job that, if nothing else, pays a half decent wage, and that I know I can do well, and where I can do a great deal of good... for one that pays less, and is more risky? Do I chance everything on the impression I have of a young man?
Do I, in short, trust him enough to take an enormous risk?
After all, if it all goes tits up this time I won't be able to go back to that practice... but then, would I want to?
Taking a risk on the job front hardly did me any good last time. But this is a different person, different situation... have I learned from the past, or has it just made me afraid?
Two: Due to bloody awful traffic, would the pair of royal pythons in a box on the back seat be OK for the journey home? Cold night. And the heater in my car is good, but they need to be kept warm.
And... *cough*... yeah, they're my snakes. Suffice it to say that if I go missing after Slay finds out, I'll probably be in bits under the patio.
Three: I needed a pee.
( Funny old thing, life. )
ETA: Just been called by Slay, and 'fessed up to the royals. Slay has forgiven me.
*Phew*
Probably because royals don't get too big - I suspect he thinks himself lucky I haven't come home with an alligator yet!
Hmmm... crocodilians... now there's an idea....
One: Do I risk quitting a job that, if nothing else, pays a half decent wage, and that I know I can do well, and where I can do a great deal of good... for one that pays less, and is more risky? Do I chance everything on the impression I have of a young man?
Do I, in short, trust him enough to take an enormous risk?
After all, if it all goes tits up this time I won't be able to go back to that practice... but then, would I want to?
Taking a risk on the job front hardly did me any good last time. But this is a different person, different situation... have I learned from the past, or has it just made me afraid?
Two: Due to bloody awful traffic, would the pair of royal pythons in a box on the back seat be OK for the journey home? Cold night. And the heater in my car is good, but they need to be kept warm.
And... *cough*... yeah, they're my snakes. Suffice it to say that if I go missing after Slay finds out, I'll probably be in bits under the patio.
Three: I needed a pee.
( Funny old thing, life. )
ETA: Just been called by Slay, and 'fessed up to the royals. Slay has forgiven me.
*Phew*
Probably because royals don't get too big - I suspect he thinks himself lucky I haven't come home with an alligator yet!
Hmmm... crocodilians... now there's an idea....
