Oop, there goes sanity!

I had to find the nearest and most convenient braindump and fast and I selected you my loyal and neglected livejournal! I've just spent the last three hours in the house of a lady called Olive Kaiser whom - with the help of her husband and some colleagues from Bible Truth Publishing - has been trying to 'deprogram' me after 'toiling with courage and loyalty' for the Southwestern Company all summer. A compamy she hasn't heard of but insists that the more I tell her about it (and I told her about all the key players in my summer) that this follows all the patterns of a Multi-Layer-Marketing scam. Good intentions no doubt, but didn't somebody once say that the path to hell is paved with those...

From the outsider's viewpoint I have had a horrible summer: in living-conditions, in sales-made, in lack and loss of transport, in 'Blue-Light awards', in certain room-mates turning out to be spit-balls and even in being squared up to by a couple of 'Mr. Joneses'. But here I am sheltering from the proverbial storm in Elmhurst public library and making compromises with myself. My only real vow was to not end this summer stating the four saddest words in the English language - "It might have been". And in terms of what I physically and emotionally put into this summer I feel as if I have done my best but it was the assertiveness and assumptiveness (the very limitations I came out here to push) that have held me back.
And last night, when I should have been at my most buoyant I was cringe-worthily easy to brush off the doorstep. I'll tell some more elaborate stories when I'm not so rushed.

But actually, after putting all this drivel into words I feel more ready to just march on back. In my view I have had the greatest summer of my life but I don't want to tell anybody - least of all those who are aware of my sales made and financial situation because they would think me mad.

But I start deliveries tomorrow and have to do mightily well if I want to collect a cheque as opposed to writing one.