Interview No. 9 was the one. I was there at 11:00 this morning and greeted by the oddest interview questions ever. I didn't want to go and I didn't really care one way or another about anything. Clearly, that attitude (or being sick) is my key to interviewing well. Even with the odd questions I knew it went well. The weird questions were refreshing and really made me think and there was a lot of laughing.
By 4:00 they'd offered me the job, but with a catch -- they want me to start MONDAY. As in the next business day. As in right after the weekend. Um, I know I said I was available pretty much immediately, but damn! Who moves that fast?
I managed to get them to give me Monday and Tuesday to check with my other prospects. It's not a great offer. There would be an actual pay cut. Plus I'd have to pay a considerable amount monthly for insurance. Plus it's a fucking hike -- 30 miles round trip. That all adds up to not just any old pay cut, but a pretty substantial pay cut. However, it is "temporary" for 90 days. Which means no benefits, either. And only one week of vacation a year? Wow, I'm totally talking myself out of this. But the "temporary" status would allow me to ask for a raise after 90 days. If that's something that is likely to happen, 90 days of making less than I was, but a buttload more than unemployment wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.
Honestly, I knew this would happen. This is my luck; the story of my life. I'd get an offer when there were potential jobs out there I wanted more and I'd have to make a decision before I was ready. But at least I have the decision to make. Do I want to take my chances or do I want to be working? I think we all know the answer to that one. I've been forced to control my spending big time for the past two months, so I absolutely know I can do it. It would make a pay cut less hard to take. If my first and second choice jobs say no, then obviously there is no decision. If they're not ready to decide ... tougher decision.
FUCK. I can always keep looking, but Jesus, that is the last thing I want to do. Crap, damn, hell, ass.
I guess I have the weekend to get drunk and mull things over. I'm getting started on that right now.