So. As I was saying...
Here's the thing: I just finished 4 months of being pretty miserable in a contract-type scenario. One rife with behind-closed-doors machinations, and backstabbing and unnecessary drama and people being thrown under buses (repeatedly) (including me). And then, as it was starting to draw to a close, they fired my boss. It abruptly evolved into a whole new flavor of clusterfuck, and then - the same day that they fired my boss - the EVP called me in to see if I wanted to join them full-time.
While I'll admit it was flattering to be seen as a candidate for full-time employment, I had a couple of reservations — including the fact that they wanted to hire me at a title/salary level well below what I've achieved in the past/am trying to achieve going forward, and the fact that I had some concerns about work/life balance issues, and the fact that OH RIGHT THE ENTIRE PLACE IS COMPLETELY BUGFUCK INSANE AND MADE ME WANT TO DIE.
So... I told them I'd think about it.
Long story short: I came back a week later, fully prepared to tell them "No, thanks" and walk away with a smile on my face - ready to take on whatever new challenge life might bring - when they threw me a curveball by saying (in essence) "You can stay on as a contractor for another 6 months... and you'll be working with a whole new group of people... and you'll basically be doing work at the title level you want."
So... (long sigh) I said, "Okay."
Look: the economy still sucks. Much as I'd love to throw caution to the wind and go for broke, the fact is that a (relatively) steady paycheck until April is kind of an appealing thing right now. And yes, while I realize I may be a complete sucker to believe for even an instant that there's a chance my life may become even moderately less sucktastic in the months to come... beggars can't be chosers.
(Subsequently, please forgive me in advance for another 6 months of sporadic - at best - posting. This stuff takes a lot out of me, and I really don't have a lot left afterwards.)
On the plus side, the famdamily and I took our first-ever flight together the other week, as we decamped to the wilds of the greater DC area. And while there were those in the interweb community who (rightfully) cried foul at the fact that I basically blew them off, the fact remains that this particular trip was mostly an attempt to pay back those manymanymany friends of ours in DC - including the Demoncrat and Angus families - who've entertained me in years past when I've fled my family escaped to warmer climes dropped some science on our nation's capital. Anyhow: the good news is that our demonic offspring survived the plane ride intact (they were overjoyed by the experience, in fact). The bad news: we went to the national zoo and pretty well fucked up some pandas. Sorry, America, for the fucked up national pandas.
I won't even attempt to set up all the links, but - on the off-chance that you actually care - while I've been neglecting this site with serious gusto I've actually been quite actively involved on Wednesdays at MamaPop, on Thursdays at DadCentric, and on random occasions (and frequently behind the scenes) at Polite Fictions. They are all wildly entertaining sites, frequently occasioned by writers far more gifted, fun and prolific than I, and I cannot recommend strongly enough that you check 'em all out.
Here's the part where I apologize for... well, for lots of things.First off, I apologize for having so terribly neglected this site. If you actually read this, you're a far better person than I am, and a far better friend than I deserve. I'm going to try to be better about typing here, and I'm sorry for having sucked so much over the past few months.
Secondly, I want to apologize to those of you who have your own online blog-type spaces, because since I started my craptastic job that I just signed up for another six months of fun with... I just haven't had the time, energy or freedom to drop by and drop comment love nearly as much as I should. Please don't take it as an indication that you are no longer beautiful and fascinating to me, because you are. You are all made of awesome. The fact is: I'm exhausted, and I suck. But again: I will try to be better.
Not to get maudlin, but as we approach the Thanksgiving holiday (and to my Canadian friends: I think we all know which one is the real Thanksgiving) I wanted to express my thanks for something I've never publicly expressed thanks for before: my interweb friends. Imaginary though you may be, I'm honestly so grateful for the presence of you in my life that it's just pathetic. Seriously. I'm such a wuss about it that I should kick myself in the balls.
But what can I say? I've met so many cool imaginary people online that it's just an embarrassment of riches — people whose kindness, snark, writing skillz and plain, ol'-fashioned coolness add more to my life than is probably healthy to admit.
So... to any and all of you who read this - and for what little it's worth - thanks. You deserve a better friend than me, but I'm grateful to you for letting me hang around the periphery.
*raising glass in a toast*