trange things are
afoot at the Circle K.
I just got a phone call from a consulting firm that I registered with
five years ago, back when I was frantically searching for a job around
Pittsburgh. I guess they called my parents – that’s how old their copy
of my resume was – and they gave them my current number.
I don’t know why my parents thought I’d be interested enough to have
them call me. The jobs they tried to plug me into back in ’94 were horrible
– and, worst of all, they were only temporary positions. I certainly couldn’t
go into career limbo with a baby on the way. For all the time and effort
I spent on them the first time around, I got nothing – except for a lot
of pre-interview stress and some extra miles on the car.
And yet somehow I feel drawn to doing something here. The chance of
going back to Pittsburgh, even for a crummier job than I have now, is worth
considering. Heck, in the worst case, we could live with my parents for
a while – something they would adore, especially with grandbaby making
its entrance.
A lot of things are happening all of a sudden. Besides this, there is
still another company that has already shown interest in me, and I’ve started
contact with a headhunter. I really think something is going to explode
soon. And for once, I’m not scared.
Well, not entirely, anyway.
