I was at work and I’d finally got up the nerve to call HR and decline the job. I’d rehearsed just how I was going to phrase my regretful refusal, taken a deep breath, dialed…. and she didn’t answer. Argh! Now I’d just have to go through the whole process AGAIN!
But then Jason came to pick me up to take me to the doctor for my ear infection. As we drove there I complained about it to him, moaning about how difficult it was going to be to say I wasn’t taking it, groaning about how I was dreading the conversation and wished it was over.
Then I thought to myself, why don’t I just take it?
Well! It was like I’d never really considered it. Like I’d just gotten used to the idea of not taking the job. I started thinking, you know, two days a week at one job and three at the other could be really good. And if it isn’t I can quit one any time. Where’s the risk, really?
Just as this thought was 85% formed in my mushy, reluctant brain, my phone rang. It was HR calling me back, of course. I answered without another thought and said, “I’ll take it. I can do 2 days a week and start in 2 weeks.”
180degrees in 5 minutes. THAT’S ME.