I wish I could really open up and say just exactly what is on my mind. The last 48 hours have been rather eventful. I have been taken off of a project that the sole impetus to remain on the job was monetary remuneration.
Having said that, I feel that I have left certain parties down and feel somewhat obligated to acquiesce to popular demand and do what is necessary to re-gain the loss of income. My first thought (I was recently told that your first thought is the correct thought) was one of relief, thank God I don't have to go back there. There are those other parties (bless their souls) who from a somewhat selfish outlook have gone to the wall for me, who I would just leave well enough alone.
His thought is to try and talk them into having me come back. If they didn't want me in the first place, why would I go back after someone has twisted their collective arms into allowing me to return. If that (and it's a pretty big if) happens I'm quite certain that I will tell them in no uncertain terms to go fuck themselves.
By the way this particular rant is fuelled by some pretty amazing weed and a number of Crown and Cokes and Rum and Cokes. WooHoo!! Party on Wayne! Rock on Garth!
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