Doctor, I Think We Have a Pulse?

So much for my penchant for the dramatic, I received my freelance job back after a 4-day hiatus and a REALLY heinous freelance job at a podunk corporation that doesn't warrant discussing other than to say "I was so above that!"

But before the tickertape is ordered and elephants trained for a parade, might I say that this "re-assignment" technically ends this Friday 7/28. Which is why I haven't brought it up until now, as I am neurotically superstitious and wanted to wait to be ensconced enough so as not to be fired before the end of the project (knock on wooden items, spit in cardinal directions and blow an eyelash already!)

There are vast amounts of rumors swirling about as to what happens after Friday including another "assignment" at said company that would last another month and BIG internal changes at the company that will in theory rock my world (as promised by my agent and a contingency for my initial return).

But, as of yet, BUPKUS! As I said to my very dear friend Liz the other day "How can I promise to be your roomie in 12 months, I could be raising llamas in the heart of Chile by October."