Apart from how it ended, everything else was fine. Some of the workers were not compatible with me, but the majority of them were cool, and it gave me something to do. You just have to remember that they are doing a job. It's a role they play in your life just for so long, and they will leave one day. It's annoying if you grow fond of the workers, but they are just workers.

My social worker introduced me to a man today who might be able to offer flexible support. I've got no idea what race he is, but he's a nice guy. I'm starting my first shift with him on Wednesday next week. I'm not going to be too pushy here. I've still got these court orders running until 23 March, so I don't want to rock the boat, and I have to see my supervisor next week.

I'll get to know him a bit more, then try to arrange shifts for to do my extras work. Even if he is a nice guy, I better choose my words more carefully since whatever you talk about is recorded. I'm gonna need to buy a lot of smart clothes, but I have a feeling this will be a better experience than it was before.

Life should go forward, not backwards.