First - dilemma - one of those words that - no matter what - doesn’t look right when you type it out. And to make it even weirder. Keep saying it. Over and over?

Aaaaanyway. We all face them, right? Fish or chicken? Roses or carnations? Vodka or rum? Stay or quit?

Yep, about sums it up. Someone that I respect and admire has an opening that I know he’d love to give me. I would like to work with this guy. But, it’s at least an hour drive from home. And I’d be giving up a very lucrative retention and severance package. One that would allow me to change careers if I chose to do so. The dilemma (there it is again….) isn’t really whether or not to take the job - it’s whether or not to even discuss the job.

I have been agonizing all weekend over the basic decision to give this man a call. (How sad is that, really?). A mutual friend of ours sent me an email and said, “Hotfessional. Call Mr. Big. I know he’d love to give you this job. Just do it.”

I decided this morning that I owe them both the courtesy. So, I called. Luckily, Mr. Big was in a meeting and said he’d need to call me back. I emailed my contact information to him, but I’m really hoping (with the holiday tomorrow) that he waits and I don’t need to deal with this today. Sometimes, I’m such a pussy.

Geez. Maybe I should wish for a couple of million dollars. So, Mr. Big sends me an email and says that he filled the senior position that he wanted me for. He’d heard that my financial situation was going to make it nearly impossible for me to leave before early next year. If only ALL of my dilemmas (try it, seriously, it’s just a strange word) were that easily solved.

—– Especially the vodka/rum one. —–