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Sep. 29th, 2006 11:12 am
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I didn't get the job.  I spoke with the paper's editor just a little while ago, and she said that my interview and skills tests were terrific, but she and the publisher felt that another candidate was just barely a better fit for them.  She's probably right, when you get down to it.

They're keeping all my information on file, though, and let me know that they'll be glad to provide a reference to future job searches.

So, back to Careerbuilder.

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Sep. 27th, 2006 04:17 pm
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The interview went well, I think.  I answered questions, asked plenty, and a few times out of the corner of my eye, I caught the publisher raising his eyebrows and nodding.  Maybe I impressed.  I'll know in 48 hours, one way or another.
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My interview is at 11 a.m. Wednesday.  Need your vibes and good wishes, folks.  The second thoughts are banished.  I want this.
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Ginormous storms blew through last night.  Flooding all over Lexington and surrounding areas.  Some deaths.  Many many cancelled events.  And another wave of this stuff coming through today.

Was awakened by rain coming through a leaking window casing at about 1:30 this morning.  Made me very cross.  Very very very cross.  Couldn't get back to sleep.  Had to scrub afternoon plans.

On top of that, my mail hasn't been getting here.  For about a week.  About to head over to the governing post office and find out what's what.

My application for the new job goes out today.  The second thoughts started hitting Thursday night.
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It's cool and rainy this morning - the last full day of summer 2006.

The newspaper has to keep the application window open until September 29;  interviews will follow.  The second thoughts are settling in now - moving back home, packing up and storing, well, everything.  I know this is a great opportunity, and I'd be a fool for not taking it.

Doesn't keep me from hoping that a similarly good offer will present itself up here, though.

Changes

Sep. 20th, 2006 04:38 pm
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About 8 years ago, a position opened up at the newspaper in my hometown.  I applied and interviewed, and was offered the job.  I turned it down, because my girlfriend at the time convinced me to do so.  Last night, while perusing the job opportunities section of the paper's owner, I saw a similar position available.  Sent in the resume, cover letter, and references this morning, and through some family connections, got some good words back.

If I'm offered the job this time, I'm taking it.  It means moving back to my hometown of about 2500 people, and giving up all the great stuff that I love so very much about Lexington.  It means losing a lot of time and privacy with Erin.  It means some massive changes in my life for the next couple-three years.  It also means formal professional writing experience on my resume, and that's something I've really wanted for some time now.

It means a move.  Repacking everything that I've unpacked in the last twelve days, putting a lot of my goods into storage for a while, and readjusting to a very very different lifestyle.  It means paying a sizable fee for breaking my shiny new lease.

But I feel it'll be worth it.  My relationship with Erin will survive.  The drive to see her will just take a little longer, and our time together, if it does lessen, will be sweeter.  I'll have some new experiences, and those will lead to better things.

Wish me luck, people.  More information as I get it.
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I hate it here.  2 hours until I go home.  Spykeetom will be there, and so very much will be made better.

Looks like a nice big line of storms coming into the area tonight.  Was planning to go to the grocery after work, but that may wait.  As I really wanna cook something good tonight, I think I'll just forge ahead.

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