Got a job offer yesterday.
It’s a temporary job (although, aren’t all jobs temporary, really?) that runs through the end of June.
It pays well. In fact, it pays very well.
It requires me to be at my employer’s office space from 8am to 5pm every weekday from now until the end of June.
This… complicates childcare arrangements. This potentially complicates everything regarding our financial situation. It complicates my ability to travel (and I had some travel plans in mind, as some of you know.)
The job offer is a good thing. And for all of the complications it introduces, there are worse complications to have.
I’m going to be overworked for the next week or three. Way overworked.
This could be as truly temporary as they say it is, which may mean that all I’m doing is delaying everything in my life (bankruptcy, divorce, etc.) by a few months.
Or it could be the beginning of me completely rebuilding my life, starting with getting my financial house in order.
Going to have to keep my eyes on the prize, and do what I can to make this into the latter, not the former.