The (job) Hunt

So, I am about two days or so to signing the job offer.  It has been an interesting hunt. At some point I was in Cape Town and at the same I was considering relocating overseas, the grass is definitely greener that side.

Cape Town, would have been fun, no doubt.  Everybody that I asked if I should take the job (they did give me an offer) said I should take it, then throw a mutha-effing party in December.  Problem though was, they were going to pay me what I used to nett when I was employed in 2004 as my gross salary.  No way no how, so I turned it down.

Then the was the ridiculous running back and forth through employment agencies.  I mean, who the fuck put them in place to understand what computer science is? I have no faith in them, when I get my company to the point where it has to hire, I'll manage the hiring myself, no doubt.

This coming Friday, I was supposed to head to Mafikeng for a job interview at 9am.  Are they crazy, no way no how.  I told the agent, that I was not going to work for a company that set those kind of things/rules in place, culture clash.  She got angry and said I wasted her time? Her time? It's my skills, my knowledge, my life that they will hire not you, god dam. I was mad angry, but I did not retaliate, coz I'm learning how to hold my tongue.

After all that bullshit, I then realised I am not of the right mind set to work a full-time, I'd quit immediately after the probation period is over.  So, I switched to looking for contract jobs, which meant last weeks telephone-interview from (another company) Cape Town had to be cancelled.

Alas, during all this time, a client of mine that I've been working with, had put down an offer and I was debating it.  But, I've decided to take it.  It does not pay extremely well, but enough to keep me alive (most importantly to get the cash flow to keep these grow(n). projects alive).

What makes the offer fantastic is that, I only work on Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays.  The rest of the week I am free, like a bird, to do whatever I wish do.  They (the company) are okay with me growing my business on the side, whilst working for them, actually, working with them.  It's a contract, a fantastic one at that.

Now, all I have to do, is move the fuck out of my mom's house, I am thirty years old, after all.

Let the drinking debauchery begin!