I resigned. And pissed everybody at the FT job off. Then later that day we have a meeting at the money-making job and its gonna be over sooner than I thought. Damn. Damn. Damn. Like on Let's Make a Deal...I chose the wrong door.
Like I said in the other post -- Russian Roulette. You pull the trigger and hope you don't die. Oh well...I guess I need to update my resume because the pool is about to become real damn crowded.
But it the meantime I booked a two hour session with the therapist because I read that this indecisive thing is kind of a personality disorder!