AlreadyDead (psykoboy2) wrote,

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I asked for a change. I asked for a forced change.

This is not what I asked for.

Sunday night I get a call from Nikki, the PD at the station. She had just gotten back from a job interview for a station in Jackson, Mississippi.

Apparently this went pretty well, cause earlier in the week she got a call back from them offering her the position of Program Director for one of their adult top 40 stations.

This morning, she took the job.

She doesn't start there till March 24. One of the reasons she took the job was because they are going to let her hire her own staff. There's really only room for 2 more people to come with her and one of those people she wants is me. The job would pay better than what I am paid now. Insurance would be paid for, whereas is not. Also a 401k is offered there as well, which is not offered here. The station there is owned by an independant company and that's a good thing cause I'm none too happy about working for one of the bigger companies in this industry, although that is where the big money is, so that could change about me for the right price.

I don't know what to do

Moving, for one reason or another, seems to scare me. I mean, I have a lot more stuff than people seem to realize. It would take me probably a month just to move. So much to pack and get in order. Not to mention the house. I could rent it out or sell it, but either way, I'd have to do some major repairs there as far as making things look good for a potential buyer.

There is only one reason I would move without second guessing myself. Only one reason I would change my life in an instant without thinking twice.

This is not that reason.

I am wondering, however, what the current company I work for would offer me should I stay here. I really have no idea where to go from here.

Take it or leave it. Should I stay or should I go. All these thoughts have been bugging me all day and probably will right up until I am forced to decide on this.

I have very little family left and what is left is here...well, about an hour from here anyway. My parents are buried here. I wouldn't see them again for a pretty long time.

This is where I fall down....and wait for that someone to come and help me back up and point me in the right direction. Problem is, I don't think I'm going to get that. In the end, I have to pick myself up and find my own way.

"Would you be happy working there, at the new job, if you took it?"

"I don't know. I know that I'd be happy here home."

"Then there you go."
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