I'm sorry, but please, now I shall FUCKING GLOAT

I just returned from my fabled "I'm moving to NYC forever trip". It lasted three days. You see, on the day before I was supposed to leave, I got a call from that company where I'd interviewed at, that one that is going down like an airplane on fire, where all the employees are the flight attendants? That one? Yeah, they called me back, and they'd really like for me to be a part of their team. I accepted eagerly. 

After that was squared away, I called back my boss in AZ, the one that I quit with by telling him at the end of the shift, "Hey, bossman? Well, it seems my life is taking me to NYC, and tonight will be my last shift here. I would have told you earlier, but when you get bad news your neck swells up and you get all red in the face. And I didn't want to give you any time to fire me. But anyways, have a great life!" I called him up and asked for my job back, just until the wedding season is over and I have to go have a real career. He said yes. 

It's funny how much life can change in one single day.