This does sting, though, since we were at a "well, we at least have THIS" point, and now it's back to zero. Less than zero. Big fucking pit gaping in front of me. Shit.
Maybe one of these P.R. firms I've applied to will be on drugs that day and hire me into one of the VP gigs. Nothing quite like going back to killing your soul for a six figure salary. I'm damned if I get a job that will pay me enough for us to survive, and I'm damned if I don't. I can not even begin to conceive of what a fucking nightmare my life will be if we have to move to the SUBURBS ... just fucking shoot me NOW! Damn.