Gory details aside, my last day at [our favorite top management consultancy] is fast approaching (Nov. 18th), and my fingers are gnawed to the bone, having so brilliantly given notice some months ago before lining up the next big thing. Summer went by oh, so quickly, and this job hunting thing went oh, so slowly. The suspense …There were a few things at stake: our house, our adoption … food. And we all know there’s no way we’d be butchering chickens to make it through the cold, cruel New England winter. Our house is crumbling under the apocalyptic rains, and Ahab is on his last front leg — making a quick sale and the planned dash down to the womb of Charlottesville somewhat remote. But was I worried, was John getting anxious and concerned that I was planning to become a SAHM well before the baby arrives, was I scanning the papers for seasonal help wanted ads? Oh yes.
But, I am so very glad (and terribly relieved) to note that I start my brand new position at [academic institution] on Nov. 14th. Skidded under the wire with four days to spare — if that’s not in character, I don’t know what is.
The commute to Cambridge is a bear (not in that deviant Scooter Libby sort of way), but the position is exciting, the people seem great, and work-life balance is close at hand — no more 75-80 hour weeks and weeks at a time away from home. And I can enroll in any number of classes or graduate programs — that pottery class is looking really good right now! And not least among benefits, daycare abounds.
Here’s to cutting it bloody close.
