I’m staying at the Day Jobbe, for the time being.
This has been far, far angstier than it should have been, and it’s probably not done yet, but, as of now, I’ve rescinded my notice, printed out the next three months’ calendar and marked all the days I need off (reasonably generously), and am now looking at an 11/30 (or 12/1) end date.
Unless it changes again. Which it no doubt will.
This still means I get to drive to Portland on the 17th and back to SF on the 28–a trip I was dreading having to ask for time off for. Funny how the balance shifts from “oh god she’s taking 8 days off” to “oh great she’s not leaving!”
Boss Lady is still trying to figure out a) how not to shoot herself in the foot and get the help she needs after I’m gone, or maybe even before I’m gone, so that (what an idea!) I could train the new person, and b) how to maybe even get a stipend or something for herself (though this is a pretty low probability event). Truly she deserves it; truly the burden of all this is landing on her.
Except what is landing on me for having to stay in a place I want to leave. Meh. But for only three more months. Maybe. Unless it changes again. Which I’m sure it will.
Anyway, no word count today. I’m going to be feeding doctodd’s cats when the doctodd family goes on vacation next week, so I had to go over to the Nuevo Doctodd Mansion after work and check out the whole new deal, and ooh and aah over such splendid two-story real house fantasticness. Seriously–it’s a gorgeous place. Lucky Doctodds!
And now I’m tired and need dinner. So that is all.