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I had a job offer. It was $14 (What I'm making now after the anti-raise) and a block away, started an hour later, offered health insurance, and seemed like it was at the command of a really decent guy.

So, I agreed, and gave my two weeks at work.

Proceed to crying jags, violent indecision, anger, remorse, and all the rest of those myriad steps-o-loss, and I ended up backing out a week later from a future in sportsgear and sticking with dildos.

The logic in me is -headdesking- for lots of reasons, not the least of which that I work for crazy-ass freaking russians, can't tell my grandmother what I do for a living, they took money away and gave me more work, and there's no raise or insurance, or better business in sight.

So why am I relatively tranquil with my choice?

Hey, I like sex toys, I'm not going to lie. I like knowing that I'm spreading carnal joy. The words I write eventually lead to orgasms by the thousands, and really, how many other people can say that? Plus they're letting me work from home a few days a week and that kind of rocks hardcore.

It wouldn't kill me to stay at a job for more than a year. Sometimes the evil you know is better than the potential evil you don't.



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Apr. 16th, 2008 10:35 pm (UTC)
>>Hey, I like sex toys, I'm not going to lie.<<

.... doesn't everyone?

*devilish grin*
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