Now that
metalrabbit is moving to cork to start a new job all that remains to be seen is whether or not I get the wads of lovely cash that would be the sole incentive to remain in the job I have (there's something about being able to save hundreds of euro a month towards our future that seems silly to abandon). I've already gotten the respect I wanted (the company's recent astonishing success is being attributed entirely to our department and mostly to me) and the decent equipment (new chairs, computers, monitors and desks) but momma didn't raise no fool and kudos and a comfy arse do not pay the bills. If the cash isn't forthcoming then odds are I'll be heading to cork too, in many ways I wouldn't be too worried if that happened, a new city, a new job and possibly a new profession has a lot of attraction for me. Alternatively I get money, stay here, find someone to share the house or find a new place that has no real issues with a pair of bunnies. Either way I have a few weeks before I have to think about all that. Of course, the bookshop idea isn't as fucked as I thought after all, that's another option. As luck would have it, my financial advisors uncles are visiting this weekend and I'm supposed to be going down to say Hi, so maybe they'll have some thoughts.
Ho hum, so much for the quiet life.
