I Have an Interview Next Week, Don't Tell Anyone.

Why do I feel dirty, making arrangements to take a lunch time interview? Sure my boss wouldn't be happy that I'm looking, since he just today gave me a near perfect performance review. But really I'm not looking for jobs right now, a friend gave me the heads up about this vacancy. The position is a wee bit over my head, but I can manage it with a charitable allowance of "on the job" training. The company is the antithesis of Sony BMG; It is prosperous, employees hundreds, and is growing or at least stable. Instead of becoming embarrassingly complicated and slight, the benefits are excellent and the 401k program makes retirement seem almost possible.

I tend to get down on myself, when confronted with opportunities. It is both in an attempt to ready myself for rejection and because I dislike the idea of change. I've had the same car for 7 years now, same condo for eight, and same job for 13. The lady is about the only part of my life not requiring an upgrade. When I first started at Sony BMG, I painted displays and visited Kinko's daily to produce various fliers and handbills. Now I'm doing so much more, but I'll spare you the laundry list. Suffice to say that I am capable of more now, I am worth it, and gosh darn it I like myself.

Leaving this place would have been sad a year ago, but the faces have changed so much that I no longer look forward to it. With the masses of employees and friends being let go over the years, not only has daily work life been socially sad, but also my work load has steadily increased at an unrelenting pace. That's old news (less people same work,) but this last cut has put such a strain, on my daily mental well being, that my nights have become a precious sanctuary for my sanity. I shut off when I go home and find comfort lounging away the night, cuddling with the lady in an attempt to forget. She is the only reason I survive this job. The single thing I look forward to daily.

Our wedding date is slowly coming into focus and the realization, that I'll be hitched in seven months, thrills me. Since I've already had a wedding in Illinois, we've decided to give this next one to the state of my ladies' birth: Minnesota. Organizing an out of state wedding might seem difficult, but we've already booked the hall / hotel, the reverend, the photog, and secured the DJ (with an even trade for his business web site design.) We'll be taking more than two wonderfully work free weeks off to drive up to Minneapolis early, be wed, drive back, and head off to a little city you might have heard of called Tokyo. The only difference, if I get this job, will be that we'll have to fly into Minneapolis from Seattle, to host our wedding.