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My Dear Princess & Dear Fellows,

Working for government departments is weird. They never have any money and are constantly skimping and saving. 

This means that every few months Smock farts about, fretting and rubbing her hands and emailing people and telling them that I am essential. ESSENTIAL, I say. The NZ government would COLLAPSE if not for me drawing pictures of stick-men holding balloons and writing User Stories on post-its.

This week her efforts finally came to fruition. I have been extended again, this time to March next year. Six months! That's twice as long as usual!

"If that's all right with you, that is," she said.

"Oooh I don't know," I replied. "This commute is killing me."

She knows I'm a cheeky wee sh*te now. I've broken her in. It took me a while but I am persistent.

It is nice to have a bit of stability. Don't get me wrong, I love the freedom of contracting. I love the idea that you are only about 6 months from ESCAPE if it all turns to poo, but I hate moving offices and having to get to know people all over again. This current lot are okay, and I think I have it pretty good, on the whole.

This does not mean I'm through mocking Smock though. She might be a doddle to deal with next to Fiona Work-Harder or Man Who Can't Finish A Sentence or The Ba' Heided Goat Boy or Roger the Nob, but I reserve the right to take the pee out of her on these pages. It keeps me sane. 

S.