Aug 18, 2005 11:44
I was just offered a full-time 9-6 job.
Contract. Paid holidays. Weekends.
All I had to say was: Thank you. But no, thanks.
How sick can you be?
(And yes, I have my reasons he fully understood. I can't work 9-6 at the moment. They won't have any fun with me at all. And I'm way too loyal when it comes down to my old company. There's still work to do and I couldn't do that then. And quite honestly, with all the shit going on health-wise in my family at the moment, I'm kinda glad I can work when I choose to.)
We'll keep it up like it is - I work for them when there is work and they pay me per project.
It was nice to hear though that, despite the chaos in this one, he apparently really loves the way I work.
Oh well. Maybe later. That contract thing. Ask me again after my first break-down, will you? *g*
WOW! Longest entry in quite some time!
And just so you know - I do love you and miss you and hate not being able to read my flist properly.
Humph.
work,
life the universe and everything