I liked the mental image so much that I couldn't not reuse it. That's how I'd describe myself at present-- jumping about, alternating between OH SHIT!* and OH YEAH! and scaring the hell out of the cats.
I just got a voicemail about another job offer, with another agency. It's located outside a city on the east coast that's not DC, but isn't too far away, making the same salary. And I don't know what to do! I know a whopping two people casually in that town, compared to dozens in the DC area. I don't recall EVER visiting this city, not even as a child, while the DC area is the one I know best (third only to my native Burgh and the Banks). But this is the agency that I would most like to completely remake-- and I need to get in somehow if I'm ever going to get somewhere, somewhere I'll have the power to actually make so many of the desperately needed improvements (hint: putting information in PLAIN ENGLISH would be number one on my list).
Argh! What to do, what to do?
*(Did I ever mention that this blog is rated PG-13? Not like more than five people have ever read it, but yes, I have a potty mouth. And spare me the argument that profanity indicates a lack of eloquence. Nobody has ever called Quentin Tarentino ineloquent.)