Where can I go to curl up?

Oh dear. Today I have a doozy of a stress migraine (self-diagnosed) that I haven't seen the likes of since university. My sophmore year, I now realize, was a horribly overloaded time when I was under too much stress and started to have migraines and need daily naps. For me, stress=sleepy. Anyway, this last week is about on-par. It's a whole, long, drawn-out story, which holds very little interest for anyone not directly involved. That was one reason I didn't blog about it, the other being a sneaking suspicion that the 'boss' might be reading my blog. (Are you?)

So long story short. I LOVE the school I work for in everyway. I STRONGLY DISLIKE the Company that hired me and is my direct employer. School wants me back. Company gives me a horrible contract with no benefits and even more requirements and extras than last year. I love school, want to come back. I hate the injustice of the company being able to demand everything and give nothing. I could go on and on. The way the whole thing was handled was very shady too, and I hate feeling I am being lied to and manipulated. Kathy and I talked about whether it was better to stick to my principles and turn down the crappy contract and the injust employer, thus giving up a wonderful school, to stick to my principles and refuse to be treated like trash; or swallow my sense of pride and justice and just accept my position of indentured servitude.

You wonder what I decided? Well, on Sunday I was 100% sure I was going to finish the year here, spend the summer in Halifax, and then move to Vancouver. I was very excited. However, that was based on something the company had told me last week was 100% for sure, which they then had a change of heart about on Monday. So I decided to say 'yes.' I haven't actually signed anything yet, so if any of you think it's not worth it, I'd appreciate advice.

On a side note, I've greatly enjoyed watching the political drama unfolding in Canada. It makes the headlines in our Taiwanese newspaper, there's usually an accompaning picture of Paul Martin looking grave. However, the news on CBC today looked brighter. Go Belinda, way to be a mover and shaker. I always knew I liked her. Actually, when my family went to that Conservative Rally sort of thing, I came away liking Belinda and mistrusting that Stephen Harris. Now that little contradiction has worked itself out.