āNot again!ā thought Vaughan as he rose out of bed. Yet again heād wasted the perfect opportunity to make some serious inroads into the log jam of the mental To-Do list he had set the day before.
It was already 11:30 am on a Sunday and just like all the mornings before, heād risen just as everyone else in his household were enjoying lunch. āCurse you Winterā he rationalized before admitting too himself, that the real issue was that he was staring down a third week of disappointment.Prior to the weekend, heād held on to the hope that his now former work, would honor their offer and have found the money they needed to keep him and his work mate on.
āThe end of July, theyād promised us!ā he reflected as he left his room and considered the prospect of joining the unemployment queue yet again, after barely 6 months as a member of his countries working class.
Blaming himself for thinking heād be unaffected by the globe wide recession, he walked down the Hall as he pondered his next move.. To be continued