Coming Unmoored

Yesterday morning I received a phone call oh-god-early from a recruiting manager In Dallas to let me know I’ve got an offer pending for the consulting position for which I’ve spent the last few weeks interviewing.

I’m still waiting to hear the specific details, but I’ve been hoping that might happen. The work looks interesting. I really like the people in the department. Plus the job is extremely flexible about where I’m working when I’m not meeting with clients. If I want to be floating on the river in fuzzy feetie slippers that’s fine. If I want to be camped out for a week with Charlie in Albuquerque that should befine too. That’s perfect for my life right now.

Plus, with as much work as I still have pending on my new place, having an income stream is a GOOD THING.

What’s going to be a pain in the butt, though, is I have to go get drug-tested within three days of receiving the formal offer. Odds are good I may be on the road with a U-Haul on the way to Portland when that happens. I’m trying to do what I can to receive the official offer either before or after my trip. But there doesn’t seem to be much the company is willing to do to shift the timing of the offer. And, for whatever reason, my offer to simply go get tested immediately didn’t fly either. (I mean, what are they worried about? That I might go off and have a drunken celebratory cocaine binge AFTER the offer comes in when there’s been nothing ever before?)

Oh well. Worst case scenario, I have a feeling I’m going to end up with a highly entertaining blog entry out of the situation.

By the way, this is also probably about as close as you will get me talking about work on here. I just figured it might be worth explaining how I’m able to continue to afford remodeling efforts without you thinking I’m secretly running guns or something else colorful

Comments RSS