That’s supposed to be the sound I’m making on this roller coaster of a life.
After coming to terms with the fact that we won’t be buying a house anytime soon, we had finally made the decision to stay here and work out the year to get some experience under Bear’s belt.
But oh no. Things don’t go smoothly for us, ever. As soon as that decision was made, jobs start popping up all over the place. There’s a place in Bremerton, WA that really wants him, but we decided not to take it because it’s too close to my family and too far away from his. There was another place in Oregon, but it was too small.
Then there’s a place in San Diego which could be just perfect. So he sent off a resume on a lark, thinking he’d hear he wasn’t experienced enough again. They called him the other day for a phone interview and he killed it. Killed it dead. The corporate office is back in Boston, so he bonded with them about our time back there, he told jokes, talked about their family. Killed it. Dead.
So she said that he should expect a call from the SoCal regional person as a second interview. When he didn’t hear back by the end of the day he figured he asked for too much money (that continues to be a problem. These corporations don’t seem to take cost of living into account.), shrugged his shoulders and went about his business.
The next day he hears some internal office gossip that his corporation will be buying more buildings. And that one of them will be in Park City, UT, where we not only have a ton of family, but also OWN A PLOT OF LAND FOR OUR DREAM HOUSE!
Then, on Friday, his phone rings and it’s the San Diego people again. They’ve decided to dispense with the second phone interview and they’re flying him down on Tuesday for a face to face.
:pant, pant: I can’t keep up. When he told me about the flight I literally had no energy left to care. I pretty much just shrugged my shoulders and said, “OK.” and then I tried to say a prayer which went something like this: “:sigh: wherever you want us Heavenly Father.”
Best possible case scenario according to me: San Diego offers us a job at the rate we’re asking. Bear goes to quit this job, they realize what a horrible fate would befall them if they lost him, so they immediately match the higher rate. And then in three years or so we get a building in Park City.
Most likely case scenario according to me: San Diego decides we’re asking too much money even though I just looked at house prices there and they are way way worse than even here, they don’t offer him the job and we stay at this job at this crappy payscale in this crappy apartment for the forseeable future.
I just asked Bear which one he thought was more likely and he said, “The one with all the crap in it.”