Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
Waiting to exhale
Wow, what a great title. Maybe I’ll use it sometime 🙂
I’m still wired up from the interviews. Perhaps I drank too much iced tea at lunch? Anyway, the recruiting dept’s administrative assistant called me afterwards to ask how did everything go, and I said, “Quite well, I think, but I’ve been wrong in the past.” Hell, I thought my two interviews last month went well, too, and we all know how that turned out.
This is going to be a very difficult decision, unless the Tacoma hospitals don’t make me any offers, in which case it’ll be a very easy decision. Believe me, there is some comfort in the idea that both Tacoma groups might blow me raspberries. (To you Canadians and other furriners: that is not a desirable thing.) I think we’d be happy in Santa Rosa. But I think we’d be happy in Tacoma, too.
It’s what the psychologists call an approach-approach decision. Remember that from Psych 101? Do I order the lobster tail or the filet mignon. (Bad example. I’ve become allergic to beef, so the idea of even a bite of filet gives me cramps.) Do we move up here and have better weather, a cool new community, be close to our best friends, etc., or do we move to Santa Rosa, where we have more good friends, San Francisco (my favorite city in the world), Karen’s family, and a professional relationship with a guy I’ve known and respected — and who has known and respected me — for ages?
The docs up here seem like good people, but on the one hand I have a ten-year relationship, on the other, an acquaintanceship based upon a few hours of conversation.
It’ll be a few days before I know what these Tacoma folks decide. Meanwhile, I’m sighing a lot and trying to appreciate the sight of tugs escorting a big ol’ cargo ship through the Puget Sound.
D.
P.S.: Oooh! I just realized I’m almost spitting distance from the Tacoma Narrows Bridge. The “new” one, not this one:
I love that footage. Resonance rocks.
D.
