Twist

In a plot of twist (of course there is one), turns out, I am going back to work after all.

Surprise! (Notice the obvious sarcasm.)

Starting the coming Friday! *Covers face in hands*

All because of my inability to say no.*Sighs*

What happened was, Bee and I caught up with X*, J* and their two boys over afternoon tea today, and the topic of locuming came up again.

And after (not) much persuasion, being the typical me, of course I said yes.

(Yes, I do have my suspicions that it was "planned". J* knows me too well.)

So now you know. If you ask me for something and I say no, just ask me again. Because chances are (and history has proved this over and over again), I will almost always end up saying yes.

*Long sighs* 

I'm getting depressed just thinking about having to wake up early in the freezing cold mornings.

Or just waking up to alarm clock per se.

Well, good thing is, it is only 2 days a week for 6 weeks.

But knowing my inability to multitask, that would only mean that the other 5 days in the week will be wasted too. And that goes COMPLETELY against what I have planned to do (or not) for the next few weeks.

I haven't even unpacked yet, for goodness' sake!

Oh when oh when will I master the art of saying no?

*Bangs head against wall*

Now if you'd excuse me, I need to go lie down and start stressing about Friday.