The Job Update…

It seems that the stars aligned and using some techniques from the job club boot camp course I had been doing: assertively networking, smartening up CV, interview prep and some outstanding efforts from Jonas Parker, being the fine man that he is – I interviewed on Friday and accepted a position at the same company he is at.

I also believe that Zura works there also. I saw her blogging. Really I did.

JP and I met for some smoked meat at lunchtime (which was directly after the interview) and discussed the situation. We discussed the pro’s and con’s and realised that we were having a similar discussion as he was having with himself right here.

I had pretty much been offered the job on the spot and had to make some pretty quick decisions:

It was time to make a list of pro’s and cons:

Cons:

• $$$

Pros:

• Autonomous office
  Less stress than I’m used to
  Relaxed environment (there are fish tanks everywhere)
  Interesting tax break offers
  Close to home (still downtownish)
  Boss of same cultural background. (The Scotland thing)
  Flexibility
  Financial security
  Opportunity for a work/life balance thing.
  Having a friendly face at work

There were others which basically amount to company policy so are probably best left off of here… but when written down, quite clearly the pro’s outweigh the con’s.

The wife and I did the budget this morning in view of the our wee man on the way and we’re going to be fine.

So it was a no brainer.

I start Monday 12th March, which gives me a week to relax, be stressfree and ready.

A week to relax and play guitar, prep and start on the man-child’s nursery.

This is good.

Maybe I’ll get calls from all the other lines that I have in the water at the moment – isn’t that always the way it happens? Whatever. I think I may be able to do well here…

Thanks JP. I owe you big time.

It’s funny – I had taken a walk up the mountain to the chalet and took pictures of the city’s panoramic view. It’s hard to articulate clearly, but I found myself looking down over it with a sense of distance. Like I didn’t belong – or wasn’t part of it’s pulse.

I wasn’t contributing.

And that made me feel very invisible, like I could see the city pass me by and not even notice that I was there… and it’s remarkable how that experience can give one so much clarity of thought and even recognise and change priorities…

When I got home – I had a message about the interview.

Strangely there was no real question about the outcome for me, or it’s impact to my family.

So these are good days…

…and as much as I may come to regret saying it, I am now another beat in the pulse that is this place.

In my head anyway.