So… here we go.
As I said, about three weeks after interviewing for a job with a company that I had never even heard of before, I got a call.
And the timing was great, because Steph and I were having a very crappy day. (If you’re single, brace yourself for certain days in marriage where you and your spouse both love each other and really don’t have anything against each other, but it’s like there’s some demon of communication in between who takes everything you want to say and makes it sound unloving. So you spend the day feeling like your spouse is mad at you, and you’re mad at yourself because you know they feel the same way.)
Anyways… one of those kinds of days, and I got a call with a job offer! I would never put my salary on my blog, but to give you an idea of how God dreams differently, I’ll put it this way: I’m up for another raise at work right now. The raise I’m getting by taking this job is 5 times as much as the raise I would get by staying. Plus the benefits are a little better, and I’ll get a little more time off.
On top of that, the new company has already worked with me to help me line up some time off to go with our youth group to Chimney Rock for a long weekend, and also to take a week off when our little peanut is born.
So, where will I be working?