Since some time last week my head has been a whirl. I was offered a job, a good one too, with a publishing house as Assisant Editor; an amazing accomplishment given I've only ever had magazine publishing experience. I was given a day to think it over and decided to take it. I'd been unsure about the whole thing, but those people whose opinions I trust told me I ought to take it, so I did.
With one condition.
I wanted to give the people I work for the due consideration of four weeks notice. The company that had offered me the position were offering only three, and that didn't sit well with me. They told me they'd let me know on Monday. That was yesterday. They said no. I've written about it here. Despite the full wave, the full floating, bodily experience, that told me I had made the right choice I just don't feel up to rewriting the whole thing again. But I did do the right thing, the right thing for me, and for the first time in far too long I feel quite pleased.
You seem to know your mind and heart, but I think you did the right thing. I mean really, in the scheme of things you asked for an extra week to START. And then you had a prior committment with the wedding and all. That's not asking for a lot considering you might be giving them years of your life. What does that tell you about what kind of people they are? Open? Accepting? Not in my book. The right job will come along and you'll know it's right when it comes. Good luck.
Posted by: Cara | April 26, 2006 at 02:43 AM