Buffalo Gal

I got home yesterday with a couple of job offers on the table and a couple pending -- mission accomplished.
Twelve days, 18 interviews, 3,400 miles, seven different beds and now I get to deal with the odd intertia of adapting to the scenery not flying past at 73 m.p.h.
I love to travel, but laying the onerous interviewing task on top squashed most of that joy.
In a few days, I'm sure I'll think about the three great interviews and the few that were neutral experiences. But for now, the mini-despots who had no problem wasting my time and dry cleaning still clang in my head.
"No, we actually don't have any curent positions but let me tell you about why you don't want to work for any of our competition."
"No, we don't have any current positions but your resume looked solid and I wanted to warn you how bad the marketplace place is here while you still have a chance not to come."
And my favorite...
"I can't offer you a salary, but can offer an amazing opportunity."
The amazing part of the trip is on my key ring -- a key to my brother's house and a key to my cousin's house.
"Here," they each volunteered independently, "You'll need this coming back and forth. You can stay with us any time until you and Charlie get settled."
When I did, there was no grumbling from my displaced niece and nephew, just lots of questions about when my husband would be coming and when we would actually live up there.
Don't get me wrong, I'm quite excited about two of the job possibilities in front of me, but for the first time in my life I'm not moving for the job.
I'm moving to be with people who just hand over the keys, no questions asked.
All the current hassle and heartache will be worth it when we get our own place there... and have extra keys made for them.

Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2004-11-19 7:07 AM Holding the keys I got home yesterday with a couple of job offers on the table and a couple pending -- mission accomplished. Twelve days, 18 interviews, 3,400 miles, seven different beds and now I get to deal with the odd intertia of adapting to the scenery not flying past at 73 m.p.h. I love to travel, but laying the onerous interviewing task on top squashed most of that joy. In a few days, I'm sure I'll think about the three great interviews and the few that were neutral experiences. But for now, the mini-despots who had no problem wasting my time and dry cleaning still clang in my head. "No, we actually don't have any curent positions but let me tell you about why you don't want to work for any of our competition." "No, we don't have any current positions but your resume looked solid and I wanted to warn you how bad the marketplace place is here while you still have a chance not to come." And my favorite... "I can't offer you a salary, but can offer an amazing opportunity." The amazing part of the trip is on my key ring -- a key to my brother's house and a key to my cousin's house. "Here," they each volunteered independently, "You'll need this coming back and forth. You can stay with us any time until you and Charlie get settled." When I did, there was no grumbling from my displaced niece and nephew, just lots of questions about when my husband would be coming and when we would actually live up there. Don't get me wrong, I'm quite excited about two of the job possibilities in front of me, but for the first time in my life I'm not moving for the job. I'm moving to be with people who just hand over the keys, no questions asked. All the current hassle and heartache will be worth it when we get our own place there... and have extra keys made for them. Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top