//I WANT TO BUY THE WORLD A BEER!//
OK, not the entire world ... just the members of the blogging community who helped me go with my gut concerning the job decision. Not everyone likes beer, so sub it for the tasty adult beverage of your choice, or milkshake or whatever mutates your mellow. From New York to Los Angeles, from Dallas to Jamaica, you ROCK!
Was a bit butterfly-ridden as I dailed the recruiter's number, but after telling her I was not able to take the job as it was offered, my daylong tummy ache subsided and so did my doubts. I slept like an already gainfully employed baby last night.
Climbing the career ladder is meaning less and less to me these days. As the Cutlet gets older, he'll need my time and attention even more. Wife of T-Bone and I have a relationship that begs for lots of time together. Though a high-rung salary would be a welcome boost to our finances, my time is so much more valuable.
So I am content, but remaining on the lookout for other opportunities. After all, if a stellar job was offered to me at the right price, there's always the weekend for family! Then we could drive around in a nicer car and eat at fancier restaurants ("Come on honey! The Jag's in the driveway and we're going to IHOP! Yee haw!"). Not that I care about either of those things, either.
Thanks again for your help! You and my gut were right!
Stay tuned to Texas T-Bone, which will return shortly (tomorrow to be exact) to its regularly anticipated combination of thoughtful prose and wacky mayhem. Thanks for stoppin' by!
