C’est fini

March 22, 2015 :: 3:25 PM

yep.

In either a fit of brilliance, or a stupid side-effect of the prolonged, tumultuous, bipolar cycle from hell, I gave my notice at work.

I didn’t have a great plan, or a safety net, when I made the decision. All I knew was that if we could survive a year on unemployment, we could survive the next dry spell. I was totally willing to go bag groceries at the local supermarket, or flip burgers. Whatever it was going to take.

The universe caught on to my desperation before I finalised my resignation letter, and I started to get job openings dropped into my lap.

Recruiters started emailing me and calling me completely out of the blue.

The universe has granted me with a ridiculous amount of job interviews.

It even graced me with a job offer that I still need to make a decision about.

I don’t know - yet - what’s going to happen, but I have complete faith in the universe.

It’s done right by me so far…


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