This morning I’m beginning a new job. It took 18 meetings at 12 different companies in 3 intensive weeks to get there. Towards the end of it, I felt quite exhausted. I didn’t feel like starting a new process with a company when I’m in serious negotiations with 3 others.
The finals includes 3 companies who offered me a job, almost at the same time. 2 proposed on Tuesday afternoon, and one on Wednesday at noon. I got the third offer only after putting some pressure on them. They didn’t have the results of my personality tests till Wednesday noon. By that time I was already supposed to give an answer to one of the other companies.
The three offers were quite similar moneywise. The differences were elsewhere: In the size of the companies, the spirit and the geography. I finally chose the one that was closest to my house. Well, that wasn’t the sole consideration. It also seemed the most fun place to work in, and the technology varies. I turned down an offer to work in a more senior position. I turned it down since I prefer a smaller company (which is supposedly more fun). I’m also not really looking for a career. I don’t see myself as a manager.
When I gave a negative answer, both companies that I turned down tried to convince me to change my mind. I tried to convince them that they weer both good companies and that their offers were good. I told them that I would have chosen them if they were the only offers around. I wouldn’t have continued searching. I said that because I really think so. And, I might meet them in the future, so its better to be remembered in a positive way.
Well, on Thursday afternoon, after signing the contract, I took myself to the sea, to enjoy the last days of summer and of my long vacation, 4 months. Anyway, I hope that I made the right choice. During the time that I was considering all the offers, I was thinking quite intensively and consulting lots of people. This intensity also got into my dreams, for two nights! Damn. I can never tell if I made the right choice, but I can always think it over about “what would happen if…”, but its endless and useless.
What will happen to this blog? Now that my free time will be reduced from 100% to somewhere less than 50%, I will have much less time for this rambling. I believe that I’ll continue writing. I already got used to it, and I enjoy it, even if it’s mostly writing to myself. I still owe a post about a post war visit to the north and some more stuff…
I’ll also try to write about the first days of work…