So Sam's job interview was moved from last Friday to tomorrow. He's on the road, driving north, as we speak.
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Okay, I started typing, got called away from the computer, and, after a couple of phone calls, Sam is turning around and driving home. The weather up north is so bad they aren't sure he can make it there and they expect up to eight more inches of snow tomorrow so he might not get home if he did make it today.
New interview scheduled for January 5.
This happened with the last major interview as well - not weather difficulties, but various reasons for rescheduling and pushing things back. Every time I think well at least we'll know something soon, things get postponed. We thought we'd know by the 1st of the year whether we were moving or not, now the interview won't even have happened yet. SIGH.
BUT I'm glad he's headed home now because getting all the rest of the cooking and baking finished before Christmas Eve is daunting enough, but even more so if I'm the only parent here while trying to accomplish those tasks. I'm happy to have backup tonight and tomorrow, even if it does mean more waiting.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Feeling Sickish Again
Here we go again.
Sam has a job interview a few hours north of here on Friday.
He likes his current job. He is good at his current job. Unfortunately, in his "industry" there just aren't many jobs like his current one. He worries (and in this economy who the fuck doesn't) that some higher-up will eventually decide to cut his position. Now he has been with the same company for many years and would unlikely be altogether without a job if his current position were eliminated, but he may be forced into a demotion to stay with the company. Obviously one proactive solution to this little dilemma is to apply when promotions become open, even in other markets. In fact, because of the geographic make up of his company it is more likely that he'd get promoted in an area outside the one where we now live.
I'm used to Sam applying for jobs in other markets. A lot of the time it doesn't really go anywhere, either because they assume he's too young to be qualified (he is young for the type job he's applying for, but he is qualified) or they really just want to hire from within their own regions. But there have been three jobs within this calendar year where they've wanted to bring him in for an in-person interview, which doesn't happen until pretty far along in the process. The first of these happened this spring, right around the time I ended up in the hospital on bed rest - he eventually declined that interview (duh). Then it happened this summer and he was one of three finalists for a job a few hours south of here. This time the company is comping his miles and providing a hotel room so that he can drive up Thursday night for a Friday interview.
They intend to hire someone before the end of the year, which is good and bad. This go round will be settled within about two weeks. So he'll either not get the job and we can relax and I can stop feeling like I might throw up at any minute. Or he'll get the job and then probably move up there, live in temporary housing, and come here on weekends, until Mary finishes out the school year and we take care of a few areas in the house before putting it on the market. (Oh holy hell, who wants to be selling a house right now?) So I wouldn't have to move in a month, but I'd also become a mostly single parent for the foreseeable future.
On some level I know that it could be very good for us to start over somewhere new. But we would be leaving a pretty incredible support system - Sam's family is here, and very good friends, and after everything we went through this spring I can't imagine how difficult this would be on Mary. I know people do stuff like this all the time, but that doesn't mean I want to be one of them.
The worst part, for me, is knowing that if this job doesn't work out the relief I'll feel will be tempered with anxiety, wondering when we are going to go through this again.
Sam has a job interview a few hours north of here on Friday.
He likes his current job. He is good at his current job. Unfortunately, in his "industry" there just aren't many jobs like his current one. He worries (and in this economy who the fuck doesn't) that some higher-up will eventually decide to cut his position. Now he has been with the same company for many years and would unlikely be altogether without a job if his current position were eliminated, but he may be forced into a demotion to stay with the company. Obviously one proactive solution to this little dilemma is to apply when promotions become open, even in other markets. In fact, because of the geographic make up of his company it is more likely that he'd get promoted in an area outside the one where we now live.
I'm used to Sam applying for jobs in other markets. A lot of the time it doesn't really go anywhere, either because they assume he's too young to be qualified (he is young for the type job he's applying for, but he is qualified) or they really just want to hire from within their own regions. But there have been three jobs within this calendar year where they've wanted to bring him in for an in-person interview, which doesn't happen until pretty far along in the process. The first of these happened this spring, right around the time I ended up in the hospital on bed rest - he eventually declined that interview (duh). Then it happened this summer and he was one of three finalists for a job a few hours south of here. This time the company is comping his miles and providing a hotel room so that he can drive up Thursday night for a Friday interview.
They intend to hire someone before the end of the year, which is good and bad. This go round will be settled within about two weeks. So he'll either not get the job and we can relax and I can stop feeling like I might throw up at any minute. Or he'll get the job and then probably move up there, live in temporary housing, and come here on weekends, until Mary finishes out the school year and we take care of a few areas in the house before putting it on the market. (Oh holy hell, who wants to be selling a house right now?) So I wouldn't have to move in a month, but I'd also become a mostly single parent for the foreseeable future.
On some level I know that it could be very good for us to start over somewhere new. But we would be leaving a pretty incredible support system - Sam's family is here, and very good friends, and after everything we went through this spring I can't imagine how difficult this would be on Mary. I know people do stuff like this all the time, but that doesn't mean I want to be one of them.
The worst part, for me, is knowing that if this job doesn't work out the relief I'll feel will be tempered with anxiety, wondering when we are going to go through this again.
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