Go For it

This is it, 22 days and counting before I have to accept (or not) the permanent job offer. My mind is in a billion places at once now; this is the critical junction of my life. I am sick of my father whining about being passed over, he never worked for a corporation or a sports team, I guess.

What is in the future? Will I be able to continue in my field? Wil I be sucked into endless teaching and the life of a nomad? I cannot wait, we retire absurdly early here and others are advancing in their careers.

Good Lord, you seem to have ignored my calls. I suppose I , like my father am to be cursed with mediocrity. I might as well have died in Paris.