Decisions, decisions....
I've come to the realization that I hate making potentially life-altering decisions.
Case in point: I get a call today, out of the blue, on my cell phone. Don't recognize the number, but I answer anyway (which I never do if I don't recognize the number). Turns out it's the sports editor for one of the eight gajillion (okay, more like sixty) newspapers whose sportswriter openings I applied to. In any event, the guy asks me if I'm still interested in the position, and of course I say yes, being as I don't have a sportswriting job now and want one. Well, anyway, long story short, we do a short phone interview, I answer questions completely on the fly, having been caught totally off-guard, but I think it goes well nonetheless. Then some of the things we discussed start hitting me. The guy talks salary, talks benefits, this that and the other, all kinds of things that are normally reserved for formal interviews or actual contractual offers. So I sit down, and actually think about this, and it's just, whoa. This guy is actually either seriously interested in me, or is horribly desperate to fill his position, I say to myself, and hopefully the former rather than the latter.
So I start looking at things in that area, just to get a feel for the town's prices, amenities, whatnot, so I'll know what I need to know in order to make an informed decision should the position be offered to me. And then the questions start flying. Where is it? Will I like it? How much of my salary is committed to insurance, 401k, etc? Am I going to be able to live out there on that salary? Is there where I'm supposed to go? And then, it hits me: I don't like making big decisions like this, and I'd rather they be made for me. I guess that's what God's for, but I find myself afraid that he won't leave just one door open for me, that there will be several options for me to choose from. And while I suppose that's a good thing for me, I can't help but feel I'll walk into a mistake should I be left with the choice.
Case in point: I get a call today, out of the blue, on my cell phone. Don't recognize the number, but I answer anyway (which I never do if I don't recognize the number). Turns out it's the sports editor for one of the eight gajillion (okay, more like sixty) newspapers whose sportswriter openings I applied to. In any event, the guy asks me if I'm still interested in the position, and of course I say yes, being as I don't have a sportswriting job now and want one. Well, anyway, long story short, we do a short phone interview, I answer questions completely on the fly, having been caught totally off-guard, but I think it goes well nonetheless. Then some of the things we discussed start hitting me. The guy talks salary, talks benefits, this that and the other, all kinds of things that are normally reserved for formal interviews or actual contractual offers. So I sit down, and actually think about this, and it's just, whoa. This guy is actually either seriously interested in me, or is horribly desperate to fill his position, I say to myself, and hopefully the former rather than the latter.
So I start looking at things in that area, just to get a feel for the town's prices, amenities, whatnot, so I'll know what I need to know in order to make an informed decision should the position be offered to me. And then the questions start flying. Where is it? Will I like it? How much of my salary is committed to insurance, 401k, etc? Am I going to be able to live out there on that salary? Is there where I'm supposed to go? And then, it hits me: I don't like making big decisions like this, and I'd rather they be made for me. I guess that's what God's for, but I find myself afraid that he won't leave just one door open for me, that there will be several options for me to choose from. And while I suppose that's a good thing for me, I can't help but feel I'll walk into a mistake should I be left with the choice.