And so 2009 begins...

So... I start 2009 in a Western European sweat shop - that is my sofa. No not stuffing envelopes but sticking cheap 'made in China' toys to the front of equally cheap kids magazines. We call it a night at 1.20am after realising we have run out of front covers... only 2 boxes left to fill. Hay the 20 quid for the 11 hours work (between 2 of us)will at least pay our Pizza Hut bill of the other night. Yes, I may have a graduate degree, a house, a husband, a child but the last few months have thrown me into a regression reminicent of my early student days. (abeit, slightly fatter and greyer.) I think 2008 had a similar affect on many to varying degrees. However, this is my story. How we came to be in this position on the brink of the yet another recession, and hopefully how we will manage to pull our selves through it. (Oh, did I mention... also trying to potty train the fore-mentioned child!)