  I just got a call from the Perfume in a Box people about my interview yesterday. Wouldn't you know; they offered me the job. I accepted, since in this lovely Dubbya economy I'd be crazy not to, but they did agree to an 8/16 start date so I have 2 more weeks to continue looking.
The pay is a bit lower than the last place, but not by much, and the offset of the shorter commute will help even things out. The benefits plan will allow be to stay with the doctor I have been seeing for several years now, and they are going to give me the time off for a trip to Portland (Oregon) that is already booked.
Could be worse. Could be better. It is a huge relief, though, to have accepted an offer. Now if NYGuy would quit being such an anti-social bitch and call or e-mail me to tell me off about all those responses I sent him a week ago, I could rub his face in my newly re-employed status and my day would be complete.
I got so tired of his whining about how hard it is to find work that this would be sweet. What he never seemed to get is that you have to be somewhat flexible and, here's the real catch, you have to go look for it! Seriously. He had gotten fired from a job right before we met and a couple of weeks later, I left a job. When I would tell him about places I had applied or interviews I had been called for, he would make comments about how I was going to find work before he was, and he had been out of work longer.
Well no shit, Sherlock. Last I heard, there was no Job Fairy that is going to come in an leave an offer sheet under your pillow as you sleep. Like it or not, you've got to pimp yourself to the people with the jobs to fill. 
