Well, I took the job. I could outline for your the painful process I underwent to arrive at this decision, but I've already re-lived it for so many people that I just can't.
Work is going to take up every waking minute of my life and every iota of my brain power for at least the next six months. I'm trying to think of it as a trial by fire, from which I will emerge transformed and cleansed, but from this vantage point it just looks terrifying. I just now taped a teeny-tine reminder on my phone handset: You asked for it.
But the real problem with continuing this blog is that people in this office know about it. Only a few, and I don't think they check it, but they could. I already feel a little constrained because so many of the people I know in real life read this and are subsequently aware of what a lunatic I really am; if I can't even obliquely refer to work for fear of being dooced I'll really be constrained.
And this place is a lunatic asylum, honestly, so not writing about it in any way will be extremely difficult.
But this is where I need to be right now, so here I am. It's my journey, as my boss and mentor told me when I accepted their offer. The announcement of my triumphant return will go out this morning, and I will endure several hours of snide remarks about how I swore I would never come back, while I try to negotiate a mountain of backlogged work that would kill an ordinary mortal. So it begins.
This blog will reappear in some form, at some point. I'll keep this page up for a while before I archive these posts somewhere, and then start a new one at a secret undisclosed location. If you would like to be informed when the new site kicks off, after I get my feet wet here, please comment below or shoot me an email (lendmesomesugar AT yahoo. c o m).
I have really loved writing this thing, and I've appreciated every one of you who has read it. Thank you so much.