the good times are killing me (it's a song title)

Ben has gone away for the afternoon to take photographs of a local fisherman at work, leaving me with my daytime drama television (currently an Australian series called "Mcleod's Daughters"), knitting, visiting other ladies of leisure (though not so leisurely as me) and tea drinking. But that is all coming to an end, at least from the hours of 8:30 a.m. until 4:30 p.m. Last week I got a job. Starting on February 1st I will be working at Norðoya Sparikassi, a local bank. Initially my job will be to count money and enter data for electronic transfers. The job is on a two-month trial period, with its continuation relying on criteria that is a little vague. I think it is probably a combination of my cheeriness, timeliness and ability to learn Faroese quickly. I am just glad to get a chance to work. In less than two weeks I will be out in the community, blasting away with my toddler's Faroese and earning a living wage. -a