I thought long and hard about the ramifications, but I accepted nonetheless – I agreed to bring forward my start date by 60 days. Truth is the only other option was more sleeping, eating and waking – a totally quotidian experience.
The first day is January the 4th; for the first time in a long while I have to dress formally to work. Its totally against the grain of me – the lost, non-conformist son. The alternatives are not exactly great. I would rather have to wear a shirt and tie to work than to file away products in coveralls. For that I am thankful.