A New Job

After much waffling, much discussion and much wringing of hands, I'm taking a new position. It was not, by any means, an easy choice. I truly enjoy my current position, the people I work with (except for three, whom I truly loathe), my boss (great lady!) and the work. Really; I do enjoy the work. It's consistently challenging and enjoyable. So, why the need for change? Well, money is the primary motivator here. It pretty much had to be. In the transportation industry a 6% raise (as some would have you believe) is pretty much a thing of the past. Our cost of living raise was delivered this past April at a sparkling 1.5%. That doesn't compete with my cost of living. Oh no, it doesn't. My house payment has risen more than $200 in the last 5 years. If it continues in that vein, I'll be stacking a second cardboard box on top of the first just so I can have a second floor. Yes, money was primary. The job should come with a monetary raise even though the move is lateral; and I have a commitment for a review in 6 months to a year that could result in both a promotion and another raise. Thse were key factors in my decision. Then there's the job itself. I'm fearful, but jubilant. Either way, as a friend recently said to me, "fate has a way of whizzing on those who wait." So, it's in my hands now. I've lept from the cliff edge, I just hope my wings are strong enough to hold me aloft. Wastrel On! (Listening to: Even When I'm Blue by Steve Earle)