The Australian Defence Force did not want my baby. He has been rejected, sob sob. How can they pass up his devilish good looks, that clever wit, his training commitment (even though that bit was markedly exaggerated) and his obvious desperate need for structure and discipline? Well, apparently quite easily. From the Australia wide applications of which there were thousands, there was only 100 positions.
100? Bloody hell, he had Buckley's. Oh well he had to give it a whirl Merle. Poor Young Negotiator is back to square one. He has no clue as to what to do next year beyond casual work. The Lovely Husband and I have some jobs for him should he find a spare moment.
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