If you think about it, life is a
series of decisions, followed by an occasional lull, followed by another
series of decisions. Do I get out of bed? Do I sleep in an extra hour?
Do I have oatmeal for breakfast? Do I wear plaid to work? (Hopefully
the answer to that last question is a decisive NO.)
Those little day-to-day decisions are punctuated by
bigger decisions that are often referred to as MAJOR LIFE EVENTS –
moving, getting married, having children, changing jobs. As a result,
the course of one’s life graphed out looks a bit
like a sine wave or an EEG.
Recently, I was faced with a potential major life
event. A company I had worked eight years for before being laid off last
August called to ask me if I was interested in coming back to work for
them. Seems they realized they had made a
teensy miscalculation in the number of people they actually needed to
adequately run the day-to-day operations of the company.
Deep down, I suppose some part of me felt
vindicated that they had realized their “error” in letting me go. So I
agreed to talk to them, not really expecting anything to come of the
interview. To put it mildly, I generally suck at interviews
unless I don’t feel I have anything to lose or don’t feel pressured to
do well. One of those must have been the case because a few days later
they called to offer me a position.
After a little back and forth negotiating
(something else I’m not much good at), they agreed to pay me what I was
asking. I prepared myself to return to what I felt would be a more
stressful situation than my current job, even going so
far as to fill out some preliminary paperwork and telling my current
employer about the offer. Then I woke up and smelled the coffee, I
guess.
A delay of a few days in getting some questions
answered gave me time to think about the impending move. The more time I
had to think, the more anxious I became about going back. On the other
hand, could I really turn down what was a sizeable
pay increase? I didn’t know, so I did what any married man would do – I
asked my wife.
As I talked over the offer with my wife, she
noticed that I started talking more and more like someone who had
decided to stay and not change jobs. I wasn’t aware of it until she
pointed it out, but my entire discussion with her essentially
became me convincing myself not to accept the offer.
I realized that I was lucky enough not to need the
extra money. My current position feels a lot less stressful than my
former job. I know everyone’s name, and everyone seems to get along.
Plus, they seem to like the job I do and sounded
genuinely relieved and grateful that I had decided to stay. I think I
was as well.
Would I make the same choice six months from now?
Who knows? That’s a decision for another day that may never arrive, or
perhaps it is part of one ongoing decision. That discussion, however, is
a bit deep for this blog. Instead, I’ll just
worry about whether to pour a glass of red or white wine when I get home
tonight from work.
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