I’m pretty sure I’ll get the job at JARU, the department chair practically pleaded with me to wait two weeks ‘til the other candidates had come to campus (there’s a formal process, you know). They must think I have loads of other offers on my plate. But if I had loads of other offers, I can’t imagine that I’d accept JARU’s offer. In fact, I think I will turn their offer down in favor of post-doc status and the uncertainty of another job hunt.
It’s not that the people were unpleasant, on the contrary they lived up to the fabled Midwestern “nice.” And the starting salary would be acceptable. The course load would be interesting and I’d potentially have some latitude to shape the program. But I’d be spending ~15 hours per week in the classroom (quite high for the sciences), have an office smaller and dingier than my current cubicle, have no graduate program (and none likely in the future), have essentially no startup funding, no research facilities (although the teaching facilities were better than expected), and no time or expectation for research. And despite JARU’s ideal location near the family, the job conditions are a deal-breaker for me. Without the ability to maintain some semblance of a research program, I probably wouldn’t be able to move to a different uni. So if I took the job now, it would be my job 30 years from now. And I’m not ready to make that decision. Maybe if I had a kid it would be different. But I don’t.
Speaking of kids, I had a lovely visit with Writer Chica. She’s got her hands full with her two little ones, but it was such a pleasure to see Toddler and meet Chicita. Toddler’s growing up so fast…talking and running around, and Chicita is so tiny and smiley. With the help of Chica’s dear husband, I managed to sneak Chica away for a pedicure…and she was a pedicure virgin. It was actually more fun to watch her experience the delights and tickles of her pedicure than it was to get my own. And I really enjoy my pedicures. Of course, my Got the Blues for Red is an awesome color; I can’t wait for sandal weather.
I spent the weekend in hometown visiting the family. Got to see the tremendous work my mom’s been doing in the early days of her retirement and to see her vision for the next few years of activity. It’s pretty cool stuff…I wish I could tell you more. Brother and I got a bit of a chance to talk before he rushed off to a dance with his girlfriend, and I had the usual perfunctory though pleasant lunch with my father and his wife. After carefully watching my food intake for weeks, my mom insisted on taking me to a soda shop for desert on Saturday. I think my ice cream sundae probably undid substantial effort. It was yummy, but I don’t crave ice cream like I used to. Dark chocolate, on the other hand, is always on my mind.
Whenever I arrive in PNW airport I feel like I am returning to the land of my people. (I don’t feel this way when I enter home state). Here I can get a fancy coffee-type drink at 7 pm and no one looks at me funny. The wireless internet is free and the passengers are often clad in fleece and raincoats. People are friendly and polite. The air smells of moisture. And I am home. Any wonder I am not ready to leave?