Why is this anticlimactic?
One of the dictionary definitions of ‘anticlimactic’ is…”Something trivial or commonplace that concludes a series of significant events“. So why, after months of effort, does the arrival of a job offer feel anticlimactic?
I guess I didn’t expect job hunting here to be so hard, to take so long. I certainly didn’t foresee the collapse of the world economy, which has seen hiring freezes implemented in so many places. So, strangely, there’s partly a feeling of ‘but why did it take so long’ foreshadowing the offer. Which is ridiculous, because it’s a great firm and a great offer! 
Anyway, doom and gloom aside, there’s one offer on the table in black and white. That job is in Buffalo. And today I interviewed for a local, Erie company. I felt it went well, but I did advise them of the other offer and they need to move fast if they are to make an offer, because I simply cannot turn down the Buffalo job on a hope. If I turn that down, and there’s no local offer, then we are back to square one in a declining economy.
Decisions, decisions. If only one offer was on the table, with no prospect of any others, we’d be delighted. The Buffalo job is a really good one, and the offer is great. We’re taking the kids there at the weekend so they can have a look round. While they will, if necessary, move wherever we deem necessary, I’d love to have them as fired up about it as we are.
But…
…putting the kids through another upheaval is not high on our wish-list. Both companies involved are cracking employers and I would recommend them to anyone. (I might name them, after this is all resolved.) I don’t suppose anybody reading this has anything useful to contribute, such as Saturday’s Powerball numbers?
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