Negotiations - methods which (sometimes) work, those which (sometimes) fail

Dear Diary,

So I just had to sit around reading waiting for like three hours until the company which has hired me to eventually come to the negotiating table and negotiate a deal. They did so facelessly, but it was amicable, I suppose. There was a study conducted by the University of California which identified twelve words which people respond positively to. I wrote them out and put them just beyond the laptop, and used them in the last stage of negotiations. This took the negotiator from "continue working on it" to "I'll get back to you", so that was an epic-fail. I don't know how or why, only that using too many of them in one single sentence may have the opposite effect: in that it is too good to be true. In any case, I also listened to some of Chris Voss' lectures on how to negotiate. This was more helpful, but ultimately I wasn't able to strike a deal. In all honesty, I'm relieved. The company will do precisely what they did last time. They will scour the internet, unsuccessfully for someone that can do it quicker and cheaper, then they will eventually come back to me and ask me to perform miracles. Who the hell else do you know that has spent the last twelve years mastering Latin and learning Latin palaeography? Nobody, that's who (well, nobody that isn't already employed in a decent job). I now have to go in and be under the orders of Bligh, the Lilliputian and the oompa loompa (Bligh is back from his search for breadfruit). Education? Meaningless, well, in Dark Age Britain at least.

I guess it is not unlike the hyper-popular yet also paradoxically hyper-unpopular former American President and instigator of a rebellion Donald Trump said, "Sometimes, you just have to waalk away." And that, is probably what I'll end up doing. Why? Because I've already invalidated the terms of my contract, and throwing myself at the mercy of the Pharisees and Saducees, historically, has not always been a wise idea (the company is based in Tel-Aviv). Got to go, duty calls: that is, my duties taking out the trash, mopping floors, cleaning the gunk out of pans and serving fast food, because, well, that's what you do with a master's degree in classical Latin in Dark Age Britain. This is not Renaissance Italy, evidently.