Monday morning has a way of coming 'round regularly, whether I'm ready for it or not. This week, thanks to the Joy of Fallback! I'm more than ordinarily rested. Heck, my body has been trying to sleep until 8:00 for a couple of weeks. Today it was allowed by (by "body time") and it's happy.

Many fun things happened this weekend...few of which I still remember at this point.

A Halloween potluck of Mexican food followed by gooey chocolate brownies has thrown my few active brain cells into a stupor.

Also, it may be 60 outside, but it's 80 in my office, and I'm all sticky and gross.

It begins to occur to me that I'm going to play hell (pardon my language) preventing Bernie from hiring me.

I agreed to attend a meeting with him and his staff (the Tweenybopper and Tiffany) on Thursday to decide if I want to work about 10 hours a week for him for the next couple of weeks (after I finish up with Buehler) and with a full-time, potentially permanent position available, again, after the first of the year.

It figures. Of the two people who want to love me enough to pay me, it's the one I don't love in return who comes through with a job.

I suspect that at 10 hours a week, I'll be making too much to be allowed to collect unemployment.

And based on the 'benefit estimator', at 10 hours a week I'll be making less than half what I'd get from unemployment.

If the position only last two weeks, I can still apply for unemployment, but it will lower my benefits substantially.

Which makes for a painful decision. Out of work but receiving a lot more money, versus working at least part-time and living on that and my savings while I search for full-time work.

My financial stability demands one choice. My ego and self-esteem requires the opposite. (The rest of me is still whining about working for Bernie, which is childish, immature, and ungrateful of me.)