At first, I was a wee bit on Bill’s side about it all. I mean, HOW DARE THEY have him out there under false pretenses, those bastards?! But then common sense and reason (and a few level-headed friends) hit me, and I’m on Team “It’s more than you’re making now, and we don’t have to live with your parents! AND you can always KEEP LOOKING”. Bill was solidly on Team “I’m not nearly as desperate as these fuckheads seem to think, plus there’s a possible job in Houston, and my mama never taught me that a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, so fugoff” until tonight.
We had a little Come to Krishna meeting, and I pretty much told him it would be utterly stupid to throw away this job because his whiny butt felt like they’d misled him. Mislead all you want, me fine boyos, so long as you send him that paycheck twice a month. (Plus pay for our move out there because hello? No relo means just that – no relocation for this happy, little family.) Bill has promised to call the recruiter in the morning and let her know that so long as the relo package is good, we’re there.
Wouldn’t it be a real bitch if all the dickering this week made them decide not to make an actual offer after all? Yeah. I don’t let myself go there. Really.


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