I'm tired as from trying to reset my stupid body clock from all that non-work I performed during the past month, so I'll keep this brief - I got Job No. 3. My response? Pretty fucking brilliant I reckon. Of course I didn't say that down the phone when I accepted, but I wasn't that far off. In fact I'm so excited it just about more than makes up for the fact that Darren beat me at Scrabble. (Please don't judge me until you've played it online...) Congrats on a damn fine final blitz to seal the game.
...Well, it's almost enough to make up for losing.
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Hehe, 2-pronged attack for the win! :) Come from behind victory! (I'm sure you can imagine the smug look on my face)
Sounds like your job-hunting has turned around and now it's 'Justin hunting'! Well done! Sounds like you're really in demand. :)