Job Wanted

My days of unemployment are, hopefully, soon over.  After spending three months doing the Tropical Medicine course (the best course I’ve done since graduating) and then the past month vegetating and socialising, I’ve come to the point where my financial status is causing me anxiety.  Yes, Thabo would support me through my $0 balance but I’m uncomfortable with financial dependency.  It was a kick in the guts when I tried to withdraw money recently and the bank teller declined my request.  For a moment I hoped it was the Bulgarian mafia who were responsible for my lack of funds…but I knew the reality.

I’ve taken the plunge and applied for a job back at St Muffs.  I visited the old clinic and colleagues and it didn’t seem so bad afterall (oh, how quickly we forget).  I think being away for a few months has sufficiently wiped my memory of the badness I felt for the place {digression:  it wasn’t until I left last year that I realized how it was making me unhappy; it felt like a sudden weight being lifted off me and I felt good again}.  I’m hoping that with the time limit placed on me by my visa, if things turn to shit, then I’ll cope because I know there’s an end.

We have embryonic plans of moving to Singapore for up to a year in 2009.  It would be a secondment for Thabo from his Golden Circle firm ie big-player clients, salary in GBP but Singapore tax rates and a good transition before we return to Australia for good.  Maybe.  I dream of having attained my specialist qualifications and either working in a private clinic there or doing charity work among commercial sex workers anywhere in South-East Asia.  How differently Thabo and I approach work – we’re almost the complete opposite to each other, but somehow, and probably the reason why, it works for us.