Well, I don’t officially have an offer. Unofficially, I do. The paperwork should be done tomorrow. I might be here when it comes in, and I might not. I’m coming in to work in the morning, and I’ll be here after our team’s presentation. I have things to do.
Yes, I know what I’m making. Oh, it’s good money. I just am not going to post it here. If you want to know, you’ll contact me about that, and if I think you should know, I’ll tell you. I don’t want to make a big deal out of it, but I’ll make okay coin.
A lot of things have complicated the offer getting to me. One was the fact that a major customer [Guignï¿½] almost fell through–and that would have put two or three people out of work. The almost is just that, though–they’re back online now, and in better financial shape than before. I can’t elaborate, but that job is solid now. It made little sense to try to hire someone when three people might be out of jobs, right?
We’ve also had a big proposal effort–more money, more work, stuff through 2004–that’s kept my boss busy the last few days. In fact, it’s what kept him [and me, some of the day] busy all day today, and it’s why we didn’t talk until 5:30, and it’s why I’m still at work at 6:15. [That, and the fact that I have something to send out on one of our other contracts now.]
But I’ve got a sure-fire job, it’s in the money range I’d expected, and I start on the 13th. Wahoo. I feel better now.