I've refrained from starting any post that way, "wherein," but I'm so sick in the head that three minutes after I turned in my resignation, I saw myself writing the title just that way. I need professional help. And a job.
I know. First rule of survival: never quit a job unless you have another lined up.
As I remarked to some friends, "Where evah shall I go? What evah shall I do?"
I'm not sure yet, but five minutes after the deed, I received an email from someone that had asked for my resume four months ago. I sent it, and never heard back. Until today. Five minutes after I threw myself out into the void and begged the Unknown to catch me.
If it works out, it'll boost my current salary by 50%.
If it doesn't...I still know how to juggle. There's always that.
So, for those of you still needing shock pens, gold doubloons, pirate eye-patches, grog canteens, or headless chickens, my employee discount ends in about two weeks.
I'm just sayin'.