Workaholic?

Not me. I want to work to live, not the other way around.

I am about to embark on what could be a bit of a lucky break for me. Temping at Red Cross, with the opportunity to apply for the job on a permanent basis. Part-time hours, free afternoons, work I can leave at the office - these are all good things.

I can also keep my restaurant job, which I think I will, despite the fact I went in on Friday night determined to resign. Learned a couple of things about doing the job which make it that bit more efficient, and consequently less annoying, despite the succesion of rash and tiny cuts and splits on my hands that I always come away with.

Need some gloves of rubber, I do.