So I’m moving.
You all know that. Of course you do. When your job gets cut in a town like Rankin, you move. Or at least I do.
Last week I was all hunky dory, beginning the whole process. I was told I had six weeks. And CBC insisted they would have someone pack me up. And my last day of work was the 23rd of July. “But don’t worry. There’s some flexibility there.”
Lies! ALL LIES!