Job offerings
I'm going to post a second entry tomorrow about this past week. It was ridiculous. Beyond what I could have thought capable of happening for myself. So if I don't do it, you can yell at me in this entry. This is my initiative to do it tomorrow. I thought that what I'm going to write about deserved its own post.
I should be doing homework right now, by the way.
On Tuesday I had two people, the noon producer and the assignment editor, tell me that there was a job opening at Channel 13. To be an Associate Producer and Editor. On Thursday, the 5:30 producer told me. That night, my intern supervisor (the assistant executive producer) also told me. She added that she told the man who was accepting applications to wait for mine, basically saying that if I applied, the job was mine.
I have considered all of the possibilities and options and even had a roundtable discussion with my parents last night for an hour. The conclusion? I'm going to decline and not apply.
It's an amazing opportunity and I'm so glad to know that my work is appreciated and that they like me so much, however, it's not in my best interest to take the job. Especially when I don't want to live in Albany anymore. I'm hoping that by wording it carefully, they won't be offended and I'll keep good relations with them. That way if I bomb and fail horribly in New York, I can always go back there to open arms. But something tells me I'm going to be successful in my city endeavors.
I should be doing homework right now, by the way.
On Tuesday I had two people, the noon producer and the assignment editor, tell me that there was a job opening at Channel 13. To be an Associate Producer and Editor. On Thursday, the 5:30 producer told me. That night, my intern supervisor (the assistant executive producer) also told me. She added that she told the man who was accepting applications to wait for mine, basically saying that if I applied, the job was mine.
I have considered all of the possibilities and options and even had a roundtable discussion with my parents last night for an hour. The conclusion? I'm going to decline and not apply.
It's an amazing opportunity and I'm so glad to know that my work is appreciated and that they like me so much, however, it's not in my best interest to take the job. Especially when I don't want to live in Albany anymore. I'm hoping that by wording it carefully, they won't be offended and I'll keep good relations with them. That way if I bomb and fail horribly in New York, I can always go back there to open arms. But something tells me I'm going to be successful in my city endeavors.