The job problem has been solved. I've accepted one of the two offers that were presented last week. Funny, I think the one I wanted (and accepted) knew that I wanted it, and therefore did not budge on any of the terms. The other seemed to know that I wasn't thrilled with the company nor the offer, and, so, seemed to be willing to change anything. Too bad that wasn't compelling enough.
That's negotiation, I suppose.
It now official: June the Twelfth, I give up my short-lived, roaming lifestyle, and stay put. These vagabonds are broken, and I'm free to return to those of labor.
It's not so bad. It really just ushers in a new chapter, with new work, new locations, a new home, and a new outlook on life. It's been a while since I've worked as a full-time employee. I have been contracting for the past three years. Perhaps I'll see something different, this time around. I've had some good career experiences since then, and some changes in the attitude which will make things go quite a bit more smoothly.
It does seem appropriate that I end my vagabondage with a trip. I'm leaving for Yosemite on Friday. I'll have a Sunday to recover, before heading into the grind. I'll be in on the read eye.
Which brings me to one further subject that has not been touched on lo these many weeks. It's the question on everyone's mind: How's the Tango, since you've been back? Well, I haven't been able to make it. All that effort, wasted, you say? No, no. I'll be back out on the floor on that Sunday.
That's the way to end it.
 In other words, I should really stop being so fucking melodramatic.
 No, there probably won't be a post. There, there, don't cry. I know, it's hard, but time heals. Trust me.
Oh, shut up!
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