It's not you, it's me

That's what I felt like when I turned down a job offer earlier this week. It was a very nice job, a job with a good organisation, good people, dare I say good values --- but it just wasn't the right job for me, at this juncture.

As I told Stellou over the weekend, this may someday come to be known as The Dumbest Mistake In My Life, but for now, it seems the right thing to do.

I finally got around last night to telling my parents that I'll be imminently unemployed. Surprisingly, the reaction consisted more of the faint raising-of-eyebrows than of anything more histrionically Asian. Then again, I'm wondering if there'll be more fallout after the details have had time to sink in --- particularly since they haven't yet asked how much of a pay cut I'll be taking to do this damn fooled thing called "pursuing what I'm really interested in", and the answer is, a startling, startling amount.

On the other hand, it could just be that blogging about one's trepidation on this matter led to a crippling inability to actually broach the subject (even last night, as my mother maundered on about the Xmas family photo and my dad pottered away at his laptop) and an all-encompassing phobia of telling them --- than if I had not-blogged about it and just told them months ago in the first place.




At 12/15/2005 3:58 am , Blogger Wes & Jo said...

hey, you'd never know. you might make more in the long run with what you are interested in. passion always pays off with great marketing. lov, fw!

At 12/16/2005 1:14 am , Blogger leah said...

"histrionically Asian" - love that! =) am wondering if my scholarship officer will react in said way when I cautiously cautiously slip in the 'eh can I not go NIE hah?' question in one of my routine requests for more money. we'll see ;)

about the pay cut, I will mangle and misinterpret the cree prophecy and say:

Only after the last tree has been cut down
Only after the last river has been poisoned
Only after the last fish has been caught
Only then you will find out that money cannot be eaten.

AH i see the irony in my comment. but eh, i not asking for money to EAT what, i only want to go to the galapagos to see tortoise, buy another pink coat, go skiing in vermont...



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