So, uh, guess what? I have a job interview this afternoon. A job interview for a company I've been applying with since last year. An interview for a job that I applied for before I even applied for my new job that I just started on Monday. You know, the one in Virgina, the one right across the street from our condo which will not be ours as of April 23rd, the one in Benefits, the one that is turning out to be more administrative and less about learning new HR skills.
And this job interview? Is for a job in Baltimore. A job that would not be a 50 mile commute each way through DC traffic, a job for a university that would give me 100% tuition reimbursement for my Masters, a job in event planning which is something I've always been interested in, a job that is offering significantly less money than what I'm currently making.
What's a girl to do?
If you're anything like me, said girl would cry and she would fret and she would cling to her husband in the wee hours of the morning because she can't sleep due to her anxiety and the nook in his arms is the only thing that comforts her and the only thing that feels like the right thing to do. She would work herself up into such a tizzy that she wouldn't feel like eating, wouldn't feel like blogging and wouldn't be able to believe the predicament she is in.
She would try to calm herself down and try to rationalize and try to remember that she hasn't even been offered the job in Baltimore yet so there. is. no. situation., but all fellow anxiety sufferers will know that once your mind gets going, it's hard to to talk it down off that ledge of doubt and fear and delirium.
She would feel incredibly lucky and blessed to find herself in this situation, especially considering the status quo of the job market, but all she keeps thinking about are the what if's, and the proper etiquette and the conversations she'll need to have if things move forward. She's confided in trusted co-workers and they've all said that she must think of herself first, but she can't help but feel bad already.
Sigh. What would you do?
