have now had my month anniversary, and looking back i seem to have sqeezed in a fair amount in my last 30 days, landing, immigration at the airport, youth hostel life, house hunting, rags to riches moving into luxuary condo living, having my own pool to play in, still successfuly managed to no use the gym, but have found myself a brilliant massage therapist who has 'sorted' my back to the point of no more daily pain killers. bliss. and its all covered by my fancy health insurance perk of the new job. have learnt more in this job than i have in the whole of my redhouse lane experience. have managed to make a name for myself for 'jumping in with both feet in my job' and my anal attention for detail is not mocked
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