The Waiting Game

Well I've had two promising interviews for Embryologist jobs in the past three weeks. One of which I found out today that I did not get. It's understandable. I've only been an Embryologist for two years so I don't know if I had the knowledge that I needed to be able to start up a lab from scratch. However, the other position is much more promising. Especially since I have someone on the inside. The interview went even better than the interview for the job that I didn't get. In fact I had two of the people whom I interviewed with say that they would "love to have me work in their lab." I don't know if one can have a better way for an interview to go than that. I even had my friend on the inside call me and say that she thinks I'll be offered the job.

Now comes the agonizing part, waiting. It's currently Wednesday and my friend said that the earliest I'm likely to hear anything will be tomorrow or Friday. I keep hoping that any minute my phone is going to ring and it'll be the HR people offering me a position. Oh how cruel it is to wait.

There is, however, a good side to the prolonged agony. While I am ready, very willing, and able to up and relocate to Dallas, I still feel a sense of loss at having to move. I've been in Memphis for two years now and it is home to me (even though my current financial status makes it very rough). Also the wife is here and will be staying here for an undetermined length of time after I leave. While we are not the couple we were a year ago, we still love each other and I will without a doubt miss her terribly. Also, I will be even further from my family back in my home state. While I am a very independent person and can be close to my family without being close physically, the state of my dad's health is a concern to me. While I know that my mom and sister will be fine while going through this hard time, I still feel a bit of regret for having moved away (and now possibly further away) and not being able to be there for the support that I want to give them.

I guess this is part of that growing up and getting old that everyone, when I was a teen, always talked about. Of having to make hard decisions and living with the consequences. It's still amusing how kids are in a hurry to grow up while adults wish they could go back to being kids. I kind of wish I could be a kid again too.