THE SECRET

The three days work last week were good. It was great being back in town and working for a grown up agency (although I did hear someone use the word ‘fandabidozee’).

No more work on the horizon though. I phoned round all the recruitment agencies again today. It was the usual story. No one answered apart from one, who asked me why I sounded so despondent.

Someone recommended that I read a book called 'The Secret'. I’ve heard of it before. It’s about manifesting what you want in life. Once only known by an elite few scholars who were unwilling to share their knowledge of ‘the secret’ to obtaining anything you desire, this woman has discovered it and is now kindly revealing it to all and sundry in the form of a book that costs 12 quid.

Although it’s not a very long book, it’s 12 quid well spent because it’s so easy. All you have to do is think about what you want. Think about it hard and REALLY believe that you’re going to get it. Picture yourself with all that you desire and really believe in it. Keep doing this for a while and apparently the universe will give it to you. Simple as that.

Bloody brilliant. Forget the job. I REALLY believe I’m going to win the lottery.
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