I haven’t written. I’ve been licking my wounds in an attempt to recover from what I thought was my ticket out of this job, a new opportunity, the answer to my prayers. . . the interview went well, I got the job offer, I was excited. And then the salary. Are you kidding me? It was lateral, at best. What’s my incentive to move? I countered, they came back with an additional $1k tacked on. I was soooooooo upset. I cried and cried. I toyed with the idea of accepting, just so I could move on to something else, but that night I woke up twice in a panic, sitting bolt upright in bed, thinking What have I done? So when I really got up in the morning, I knew no one was forcing me to take this position, that as much as I want out and want to move on, I don’t have to take whatever presents itself. I can choose.
It was with much disappointment that I declined the offer, but not without beating myself up about it first. Am I not “worth” a decent salary? Did I somehow come off as a loser in my interview? What did I do to rate such an offer? I keep telling myself it’s not me, it’s this economy. Employers know a lot of people are without jobs and will take whatever they can get to get by. Heck, I’m in that situation myself. I’m grateful to have a job, but this isn’t what I want to be doing a year from now. Knowing that, employers can offer lower salaries and see who bites. That’s what I think anyway. And someone will take that position and be glad to have it. I’m happy for that person. Now if I could just get my own little ray of sunshine in the job search. 🙂