lufy

Be careful what you wish for....

The interview went well. So well, in fact, that the day after I got back I got the job.

But I am not 100% happy and it's easy to figure out why.

This is exactly what I wanted in a job. It's exactly in the field I want to be in, it is exactly the type of environment I want to work in, it is exactly the type of people I want to work with....But I would have to leave my home in Philadelphia, I would have to say good by to my friends in Philadelphia, and I would have to leave my fiancee behind while she finishes up school.

I knew this would happen. Just when I got comfortable, just when I started ammassing a great group of friends, just when all the rehabilitation to my house was nearing completion, THEN I would get this job. But, dammit, I've spent the last four years of my life working up to this point. I've traveled half-way across this country and back to reach this moment in time, I've spent tens of thousands of dollars in graduate school money to get here - I SHOULD be happy.

I *AM* happy. I finally feel vidicated. I feel like I haven't wasted this last half-decade. I'm now on the proper vocational path. The hardest part is getting your foot in the door. Well, now I'm in.

But I want my cake and be able to eat it, too. The thought of having to leave my neighborhood and friends and cats and woman behind......I think eviltwin summed up the experience best when I told him I got the job:

"Congratulations.......bitch."

I have two weeks before I have to leave. It hardly seems fair or like enough time to get done what I need to do. Actually, I have about 8 useable days. There's a trip to Denver in the middle of this that I have to take.

I am so happy and so very sad all at the same time. It's just all so friggin' Japanese, I just can't stand it.