I was having a really shitty morning – my pathology lab was giving me crap over our contract, which has stalled protocol development.  CRO’s.  There are so few, they pretty much have you by the cahones in contract matters.

Anyway – so here I am feeling low and hating my job, when the phone rings and I don’t recognize the caller id.  It is, of all things, and at this particular moment, a headhunter.  An honest-to-god headhunter.  Hunting my head. MY head.  Fascinating.

The job was good, something I have unique qualifications for, and it was sounding really interesting up until the point where they said the magic “R” word that killed all negotiations.  RELOCATION.  To New Jersey. 

Now, I have nothing against the Garden State, aside from the inborn distaste and biases that ALL native New Yorkers are born with.  Except, it’s on the East Coast.  And it’s cold.  And expensive – no way am I going to find a sweet little house in the woods for what I am paying here.  And, not to sound picky and whiny, but for the love of pete, I JUST GOT HERE.   I haven’t even had a birthday in my current house.

So I thanked her very much for considering me, and I gave her permission to keep me on file, and sent her on her merry way. 

But, I have to say, it is nice to be wanted.