

I left my union job when a toxic manager started becoming … toxic. The new dot-com job was a really great fit.
So I quit, hopped a plane, flew about 6 hours, found a hotel overnight, stayed at a really shitty AirB&B for a day because the first apartment was rented out from underneath me, found ANOTHER apartment, and thankfully close to work because, yes, it was a foot commute in December at -40c/-40f until the wife sold our place, paid movers, gathered the two cats and flew out.
Started work day one. They’d changed the job description while I was on a fucking plane. Those fuckers. But there I was, 4,000 km from home, no job, and while this was before the house sold, the job market back home was absolute shite. No going back.








Wow. Every word of that is frightening.