Aw, crap and fucking A, ita. Now I'm all pissed at the universe. Not Fair. Maybe it'll turn out that the building you were in was toxic and was the source of your migraines and once you are out of there for a while they'll go away? OK, that's just stupid optimism, but I'm hoping that some good will come out of this transition, and sooner rather than later.

I'm not hugging. I'm shaking my fist at the sky.

May you slay your new employers with your wit and charm and not your pinky.

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Ooh, I like Nora's idea! At the very least, your next job will have a higher percentage who show up for meetings and/or tell you they can't make it ahead of time.

Sorry to hear such shitty news, ita. Hope you get a much better, more happy-making job very soon.

Hm. You can stay with me, and then you'll get a job!

It worked last time.

Well, fuck, ita.

That sucks, blows, and does other things unprintable.

I'm wishing you a successful job search ending in a happy-making, satisfying new job, ita. Very sorry to hear the news.

ita, so sorry. I hope you got to punch someone tonight. and that the fabulous job you want drops in you lap , but gives you a month to hang

What Nora said. I'm sorry, ita.

Yeesh, ita, it still bums me out. I hope at least your next job is less of a commute. And what the hey, might as well hope for higher pay and better benefits while I'm at it.