In the middle of nowhere

Welcome to my world. Here I am, the bitter old spinster, back again. Am stuck in the middle of bloody nowhere with nothing to do but hang around with my mother who obviously has way more life to live than I do.

But the thing is...Am happy! Happy as hell! How depressing, isn't it? You know, I'll go back to my lovely life to London soon! How nice... O, how did I got my contract (read: my life) prolonged? I'd rather not talk about this. Am slightly ashamed, have to admit. No, you dirty minded people, I didn't do anything like THAT. Though my boss is an older man and very rich... I mean he would be the prototype to try for that kinda approach.

Well, I was very much in tears indeed in my last day at work but tried to be cool as I've been known to be a steely, cool, efficient businesswoman. And boy, how did I act. If a head hunter had seen me, I'd be in the Hollywood by now. So, I controlled myself beautifully...Until...My boss asked me to come to his office and asked if I had enjoyed my experiences in London. I admitted that very much so and bursted into tears... I know. He was worried if everything's OK.
'Yeah', I said, 'it's just me being pathetic.'
'Oh, don't cry anymore, please. So, you want to stay here? I'll call to the HR manager right away and get you a new contract.'
Yes, I accepted his pity. Who cares! I have a job and a better salary and my boss calls me his 'Le Petite' (He is French, just for the record). Who could ask for more...

I constantly have that stupid, happy smile on my face, which keeps on annoying everybody around me. But I don't bloody care! Life is wonderful! I even smiled to the bartender at the local bar... I need counseling.