In this “Who Moved My Cheese?” saga, I revel in the joy of remote labour. But the ticking clock of an ending contract sends the winds of change my way.
New opportunities beckon, but they could be sandwich artists on Etsy or cow milkers on a farm, pay cheques pending.
Meanwhile, my life partner’s inflexibility could land us back in Gauteng, a locale met with a sigh and a shrug. Job-seeking Hein’s skills are vast as the sky.
I’m hoping the universe will toss me more than a stale breadcrumb of hope. Did I mention he was available?
Remote Wanderlust Life: The Unexpected Twists of Reality Knocks
In this “Who Moved My Cheese?” saga, I revel in the joy of remote labour. But the ticking clock of an ending contract sends the winds of change my way.
New opportunities beckon, but they could be sandwich artists on Etsy or cow milkers on a farm, pay cheques pending.
Meanwhile, my life partner’s inflexibility could land us back in Gauteng, a locale met with a sigh and a shrug. Job-seeking Hein’s skills are vast as the sky.
I’m hoping the universe will toss me more than a stale breadcrumb of hope. Did I mention he was available?