So my hoomin got a bit of good news this week. It appears that the powers-to-be at the tar pits abruptly reversed their course regarding the folks with temporary contracts. They all became permanent. There was even a very long chautauqua delivered by one of the foremen of the cauldron.
Now, my hoomin is trying to relax his neck. It's hard to relax your neck when it's resting on a chopping block. He said he'll try to take a breather, to learn from it all. Maybe it's time to stop waiting for the worms, maybe the thin ice thickened up a bit. The funny thing is, even a piece of seemingly good news needs processing.
On one paw, everything changed, and on the other paw, everything stayed the same. The CFI bookwork goes on, personal projects designed to bridge specific skill gaps also go on. I sayz to him, run like hell with all of it. Bunfest, he thinks he might go to bunfest.
We'll keep you posted,