I’m still processing the events of this week. That writing gig I wrote about earlier this week got unbelievably ugly, I felt trapped, then a recruiter called me with an offer I couldn’t refuse, and I ended up quitting my job.
Like I said, weird.
It’s a bad idea for me to say much more than that right now, and maybe ever. The timing is unfortunate, but my kids have been telling me lately that they wish they could see me more. Then along comes a job with no travel, a shorter commute, and the option to work a flex schedule. At this stage in my life, the new job is a good fit. Doing security work by day and moonlighting writing proposals isn’t the best fit. Some dads miss their sons’ early years, and since I happen to have a choice, I prefer to choose not to.