Ew, I'm engaged.
I calmed down a little after my recent brouhaha about the job thing, asked some friends for advice and most importantly, reassured myself of Rule #1, which is that, hired or not, I Can Always Leave At Any Time. And decided that, since I'm doing the damn job anyway, letting them give me extra money and benefits would be excellent self-care. Basically, I decided I'd take it. For now.
My supervisor let me know that today they'd be Making Me An Offer, which is an ominous phrase. Waiting for it to happen felt like waiting for a really sweet but ugly guy to propose. Then I got called upstairs, proposal happened. It was weird but not as bad as I'd thought.
So one of my 12-step endeavors has to do with money, and how to handle it. The members sometimes get together in little meetings with two other members to help plan things one of them needs to accomplish. I'm going to schedule one of those meetings soon, and then again in 3 months, to reassess what the hell I'm doing with my life. I'll keep doing them as long as necessary to make sure I'm still doing everything I can to not to forget my real work, and--even though the sweet ugly guy is nice--to Get The Hell Out Of There.
ETA: Several hours later, thinking of the whole thing makes me queasy. I'll have to talk to my money-program people to get my head straight. *sigh*
My supervisor let me know that today they'd be Making Me An Offer, which is an ominous phrase. Waiting for it to happen felt like waiting for a really sweet but ugly guy to propose. Then I got called upstairs, proposal happened. It was weird but not as bad as I'd thought.
So one of my 12-step endeavors has to do with money, and how to handle it. The members sometimes get together in little meetings with two other members to help plan things one of them needs to accomplish. I'm going to schedule one of those meetings soon, and then again in 3 months, to reassess what the hell I'm doing with my life. I'll keep doing them as long as necessary to make sure I'm still doing everything I can to not to forget my real work, and--even though the sweet ugly guy is nice--to Get The Hell Out Of There.
ETA: Several hours later, thinking of the whole thing makes me queasy. I'll have to talk to my money-program people to get my head straight. *sigh*