Flexibility

FlexibilityBummer. I thought maybe I had found the perfect job. The phone interview had gone well and when the department head called to invite me to come to the office for a look-see, I was excited because did I mention this seemed to be the perfect job? But then, as the call was ending, she began a long lead-in that sounded almost like an apology. Then she said, “I don’t know if you’ve spoken to anyone about salary?”

Uh-oh. “No, I haven’t.”

“Well,” she began, and I knew the news was bad. In fact, it was worse than I imagined.

“Oh!” escaped from my mouth before I could grab it, like when the doctor hits you on the knee with the rubber hammer.

Reacting to a salary offer of any size with an audible gasp is not cool, so I did what I could to recover. Maybe it’s not a deal-breaker, I said, let me give it some thought, do some math…

The math didn’t work. I’d be living like a college student. But I went for the interview anyway, thinking maybe they’d love me so much they’d find more money, or let me work a couple of days from home to supplement the admittedly meager salary with other work.

I think they liked me, but there was no room to negotiate, so I declined. Which is fine, really, because when I look at it honestly the job wasn’t perfect.

I need flexibility.

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