In the last week, this Rolling Stones song has been going through my head. My contract at Kayenta fell through for a variety of reasons. Essentially after talking about I heard through the travelers grapevine that certain very unsafe things have happened to travelers. I had had a bit of a wierd feeling about the enitre thing and hearing these things was the icing on the cake. I decided to reneg on the contract. This caused a flurry of phone calls from Indian Health to reassure me that there was good lighting and security at the hospital, and that no incidents had occurred for four years, but I still just had a bad bad feeling about it, so I passed.
So, I am again contractless. I've actually relaxed and decided just to go where the big money can be found. I have a ton of requirements, so it tends to make things difficult. It looks as if I can go to South Carolina, which climate-wise, would be very very pleasant. We will see, I'm getting pretty tired of haggling with the 4 billion companies that want a piece of me.
At this point I am feeling just very tired. I had pretty much decided to go with Cirrus but then the recruiter they gave me told me she would call me back in 30 minutes, and failed to do this. I then attempted to reach her for most of the day. So, I am not entirely sure they are the agency for me. I may stick with the other company that offerred me the IHS contract, depending on the cash involved. Arrrrrugh.
At any rate, I am almost recovered from the terrific cold I had. I really was miserable, and I am sure that affected my thinking when I initially accepted the Kayenta Contract.
Three more weeks here, and I'm hoping to go South, it's getting mighty chilly here in NH!