Go my son, do not look back lest you turn into a pillar of salt.
May I leave you with a thought.
Who would you rather be, the GIB telling the crew where he wishes to go and when, taking the odd turn in the "front office" when it suits you, or, the G'sIF sitting around waiting for him to turn up or for the ring in the middle of the night despatching you hither and yon??
Both are worthy pursuits.
I know which way I would go you must decide your direction.