If I get a job.

My entire life seems to be resting on this sentence.  I can stay in Glasgow if I get a job. I can bring my car up if I get a job. I'll be able to buy my own drinks and stop feeling guilty about scrounging off my boyfriend if I get a job. I'll be able to stay with my boyfriend if I get a job. And have my hair cut, and take the subway into town instead of walking for 45 minutes, and buy proper food, and start swing dance lessons, and get boots that won't wear through in two weeks, and stop worrying until I give myself heartburn.

I now have a grand total of £15 to last me til the 1st of July. I haven't yet built up the courage to work out how much that is per day.  The really worrying thing is that now my choice is between having food and going to salsa, and I think I know which one's going to win.