The battle between doing something I love and doing something that pays the bills is raging.
Perfect Job is throwing it's defiant little purple nitrile covered fist into the air demanding attention. The Checkbook stares coolly and leans over to quietly whisper in Budget's ear, a evil smile slowly spreading across it's black leather face. Perfect Job cites the witnesses Contentment and Happiness as they prepare to take the stand. An muffled chuckle excapes the lips of Budget as Bills and Uncertaintly sit a little straighter in their chairs.
This is going to be a long one. The columns are about 75/25 and it isn't looking good for Perfect Job. *sigh*
2 comments:
Choose well, the fate of your universe depends on the outcome.
Godspeed, Grasshopper.
just wanted to leave you a note to say i was thinking of you today with the big visit to the doc.
No matter where you need to go, or what you decide to do with work, and with affording the next steps for a little one, just go with your gut, and never look back with regret. You will make the best choice for all the info you have at the time of the decision.
Good luck....
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