I don’t play chicken well.
I know this is why I was supposed to join the women’s poker night my friend started years ago. But I didn’t.
Now, I’m sitting here with this pit in my stomach, wondering if I did the right thing.
See, the nice man at the state agency wants to offer me a good job. A solid job with benefits, decent hours and job security. Plus, colleagues.
But then there’s this exciting opportunity that is highly, highly competitive and that I don’t get a shot at for another couple of days.
So, I said, “I’m really excited and interested, and I need until April 24 to make a decision.
And the nice man said, “I don’t know if I can wait that long.”
He’ll get back to me to let me know tomorrow.
I know that this is supposed to make me more desirable — I am so good that I am in demand. But I can’t help but think that he’s thinking, “Even if I hire her, she’ll up and leave if she gets a better offer down the line.”
Whoa!!! That seems fast–I don’t remember the second interview happening. Did I miss it?
Colleagues, benefits, job security! Woohoo!
But turning down the other possibility? Sounds like tough decision!
Is this the one in Salem? Would it be a 9 to 5 job? Would it fit into your possible law school plans better than the non-profit job?
I like that you tagged this entry, “middle-class blues.” I was thinking of the, “be careful what you wish for” proverb. But mostly I am excited that you got a job offer. Woohoo! (Regardless of what you decide to do.)