Well, it's official. The boss of the person on the plane, who is kind of driving this whole thing, just called me to say they want me for the role and to come back to him with any questions or an answer in the next few days.

And really, there's pretty much no way I'm not making the move, but I should come up with some thoughtful questions so that I look serious and have some clearer expectations.

This will take me out of the marketing organization and into sales, in a similar but as of yet undefined role driving a new product from a company we just acquired. (Yesterday)Which is a riskier proposition in some ways, but ultimately better for career path options.

And end of the day it's a lot less risky, really, than staying under someone so mercurial and prone to acting on whims about people. Especially when not taking it would likely upset whatever her latest secret plan is.

Yeah, sounds like a smart move. Good luck!

Getting away from crazy is always a good plan.

Gah, everyone! I wish I lived close enough to help, amyth. There's nothing about any of that that doesn't sound horrendous (except the acquisition of the beautiful Javier, and the local friends who are stepping up and being fantastic; that's all pretty categorically anti-horrendous).

And, ugh, sarameg, ugh ugh ugh. I'm glad that it sounds like all the people who actually know you are aware of your value and seriously hacked off on your behalf and that consequently Things Are Afoot, but that is an utterly smash/destroy/salt-the-earth-worthy situation all around.

Medical~ma, amyth.

Work~ma, sarameg an Brenda.

And meara too, because that is some bs.

Hopefully this is just the sign that you're supposed to go, Brenda!

Told my boss that I'm insulted they're sending emails reminding us there's a recruiting bonus if we get new people in the position I am STILL WAITING FOR. She agreed.

boo workplace shenanigans and yay brenda for finding a good way out of them.

One of the people I work with collapsed at work and they had to call an ambulance. I'm working from home so I don't have details, but very worried for her, naturally. She's tough, but I've been worried about her health for a couple years now.

Oh, my god, I hate everyone. Except you guys. But Jesus Christ, I cannot take the news any more. I can't cope.

New oxygen sensors cost about $250 dollars to confirm and put in. I really don't mind the $90 diagnostic charge, because I'm troubleshooter enough to know the first error message might not be the actual problem, and fortunately it looked like that really was the problem. The Jeep isn't purring like a kitten, but it is contentedly grumbling to itself like a middle aged large cat that has to clear its throat occasionally.

And when I walked into the office, wearing my big sunglasses, black leather cap, and long bright scarf around my neck, the next cubicle neighbor looked up, blinked, and said, "I feel like you've just arrived on your motorcycle. From France." I grinned in delight.