Choice is not something I deal with well. This week I was presented with a big one. Two interviews – one for a quite boring-sounding job, but with a good salary and company car. The other is a permanent role doing my current job, which is ‘fulfilling’ and comes with shitloads of holiday, but less money and the daily threat of being punched in the face by children.
With a bit of luck, I won’t get offered either and can just keep bumbling along, having the occasional panic attack about how I’m going to keep a roof over my family’s head.