(as the Soundgarden song goes)
We got back this afternoon from a day trip to Wilmington where I interviewed for a Linux job. By my estimation, I knocked ’em dead. Just dead. They were ready to hire me on the spot.
But I wanted too much money. And I couldn’t tell them I’d move to Wilmington. My wife is not open to the idea at all.
So what I thought would have been a nice compliment – if not a bona fide potential job – turned out to be a bit of subtle torture. I’m finding myself between two places – unable to take a job and unable to refuse one – and it 5uX0rz.
So I’m “Feeling Minnesota” tonight, wondering if the excitement I felt when I got responses from the “good” jobs was misplaced. Running the job gauntlet is no fun, and it’s got me down. I hope I get through it soon.