Got a call today. My six hours of interviewing at Microsoft last Friday have paid off with an offer for a year-long contract with the option for them to pick me up as a permanent employee. Decent pay, full benefits. I go in to the contracting agency on Friday to sign the papers.
There's a name for me: collaborator. Yeah, I know. But moral purity doesn't pay my rent or put food on my table. I've done it before and I'll do it again and frankly, my presence or absence doesn't make any damn difference to the juggernaut that is Microsoft. The work will get done whether I do it or not, so I might as well do it and get the money for it.
I have mixed feelings about going back to work. Even unemployed, I don't have time to get around to everything I want to do. On the other hand, I'm just about out of money. Another couple of months and I'd have to give up on the apartment and move into my parents' spare room. I'm sure that I'll get the hang of working again soon enough, and I'm sure that with an apartment of my own and money to keep my situation stable I can find some way to be happy.
Right now I'm too tired and annoyed at being stuck with a dialup connection (which can't do the streaming things I need it to, even though the bitrates are low enough that they should work...) to manage anything but thankfulness.