I've never experienced anything like this before.
Three days ago I got a job offer, and then 3 hours later it was promptly withdrawn. Confusion.
Immediately afterwards I called and left a VM for Francis: "What's going on?"
This morning he returned my call.
He couldn't believe what had happened (the original offer didn't come from him) and proceeded to tell me step-by-step the sequence of events. It's a comedy of errors, truthfully, which I shall not repeat here.
But the offer is back on the table.
And the crazy thing is, I'm going to accept it. I have to. I see Providence all over this scenario.
I will likely move to the prairies in mid-February, and begin work a week or two after that.
I'm so torn I can't even put words to it. It's such a bittersweet scenario, at once, both, the best and the worst possible scenario. Vocationally, this move may be the one I've been looking for and preparing for: finally, the last 15 years make sense! But personally, this move represents a(nother) massive failure relationally.
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