gipsys musings

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When it Rains

And for the moment, we’re not talking about the weather.

In the last 24 hours, I have gotten three calls from recruiters about jobs, which of course makes me question the contract that I’m supposed to be starting this week.

BabyDaddy tells me that I have no reason to feel freaky about this, I need to do what feels best. The problem is, I’m completely lost as to what is right. Maybe that’s why I’m centering on contract work.

Crap, I hate not knowing what to do.