You just started a new job on Monday. On Thursday, you get an offer for another job that is, well, too good to refuse. It's like when someone offers you a piece of apple pie, and you think, wow, that is just great... and then someone else comes along and offers you a piece of apple pie fresh out of the oven, with vanilla ice cream and caramel sauce... I mean, you don't want to hurt the first guy's feelings, but you can't pass up the extras on piece #2... and you can't have both because it'll totally ruin your diet. Now add to this the fact that you're just a bundle of panicky nerves.
I was up all night trying to come up with a way to quit my job. On day 5. So that I could start job number 2 the next Monday. Gah. Gaaaaaaaaah.
I managed it. But just imagine the terror and stress. NOT GOOD, my friends, NOT GOOD.
On to the next interminable trial... the new apartment! And whether or not I can pick a proper color of brown paint. You know... not so light it looks like hospital beige, but not so dark it looks like poo.
Although Meetho would probably LOVE that color...
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