9 Days
It's nine days until I'm supposed to leave for the summer. As of yet, it's still up in the air. It all boils down to one person who is still thinking over whether or not he wants to come and take over lumberjack. One person who is the deciding factor as to whether or not I get to keep my job.
If it should so happen that this person does not come down, and I am stuck as the Lumberjack, I may bite the bullet and take the job, under the condition that I be compensated to work as something I am not contracted for. I'll find out just how valuable I am to them.
But I also have to ask myself "Am I for sale?"
This is the real world, and it is a business.
9 Days and counting.
If it should so happen that this person does not come down, and I am stuck as the Lumberjack, I may bite the bullet and take the job, under the condition that I be compensated to work as something I am not contracted for. I'll find out just how valuable I am to them.
But I also have to ask myself "Am I for sale?"
This is the real world, and it is a business.
9 Days and counting.