Oh, dear. Neither the Tweenybopper and Sassy knew that my last day was next Monday. I understand the Tweenybopper, after all she technically works for a different company, but how could Buehler not have told Sassy? I accidentally spilled the beans in an e-mail yesterday and she tackled Buehler about it.
She and I had a long chat this morning. She was sweet and said that Buehler told her that everyone is sorry to see me leave but no one regrets seeing the back of Bossyboots. Heh.
Sassy mentioned that Buehler is hoping to pull a rabbit out of the employment hat with his client meetings this week but even if he does find a new project, I know very well that it won't start until the client is able to budget money for it, which means after the first of the year.
Coco, as we all remember, would like to hire me as well, but until after the first of the year.
The Tweenybopper also mentioned that she's been agitating Bernie to hire me (he and I chatted about it but it wouldn't be until after the first of the year) but (as I mentioned in the comments in a previous post), I don't actually want to work for Bernie.
I'm flattered that he'd like to hire me and I'd like to work with the Tweenybopper and DiamondGirl, but Bernie himself is too much like one of my previous employers, Tuffy the Tank.
Are we all seeing a common thread here? Anne will be employed again! But not until after the first of the year.
Granted, I have enough money in my checking account to last 2-3 months, but the idea of the R.C. hobbling to work on her little crutch, desperately trying to keep money flowing into the house, while I loll around, write politiblog entries, dabble with a few stories, and nibble on bonbons is just heart-breaking, don't you think?*
Plus which, between the Big Breakdown and the Long Unemployment, I've had two months' long "breaks" in my worklife in the last five years. The R.C., as she's mentioned more than once, hasn't had more than one week off at a time in a decade or two. Granted, I didn't enjoy being off work, what with having a breakdown the first time, followed by the stress of job-hunting, and the stress of job-hunting the second time, a thing that takes 8 hours a day easily if you really work at it, combined with the stress of worrying about money both times, but technically I was "off work" for months at a time. Twice.
Bottom line? I don't want a "break" from work. Not really. I was raised to be self-sufficient. I was raised to work for a living and to take care of myself. My ego demands the reinforcement of knowing someone is willing to pay me to do things.
(Granted, if I was off for an extended stretch of time, I might actually get the apartment decently cleaned, for the first time in months. But saying I could take the time to complete a chore I could easily do in the course of one Sunday seems a bit silly.)
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* Hey! Maybe if I wrote her a lot of smut, she wouldn't be quite so bitter about it? I have at least two DS stories and a TS that I could finish.
And, for those interested in my writing, or dumb enough to still be reading this entry, going back to find Snippety Bits to post for last week's game did enable me to figure out what wrong with not just one, but two of the humongously long OAT stories I wrote and discarded. Who knows what might happen some day?