The job I have now is fine, and I like it and I like the people I work with and I'm making enough money to live and have cable television, so I am doing alright.
But I decided that I want to move. Kinda far. Back toward Farmland. So, hence, the hunt for a new job.
This past Tuesday I had a days worth of interviews that went really well. This after flying into New City (to be named later) extra late Monday night because of weather that had me sitting in a plane on a runway next to someone who kinda needed a shower for an extra hour and a half before taking off. So perhaps I was not at my best.
But they still went well and it seems that there are several potential positions that I could be considered for. And potentially one or two more in the future. My head is spinning.
So yeah, a move seems to be in my future. And perhaps a more professional wardrobe. I feel like such a damn adult. But when I first started this job search there wasn't much to even apply for. And now I might have lots of choices to make. Just how does this grown up thing work anyway?
