When I spent the first half of my time here in Malaysia, I didn't pursue a job search and folks would ask me why I wasn't looking for a job. I didn't feel a strong desire to do so because I could still sustain myself without one a while longer and I was enjoying the vast free time to pursue my own interests. My response was on more than one occasion, "I'm not looking for a job because the right job will come to me." I left it at that, without a thought about how that might possibly be. And yet it did happen that way. I got an email from someone who knew someone that I had distributed my email address to at a work convention months back. He was a Regional Director for a company that fit my profile very well. He told me that he would like to meet me at a location that unbeknownst to him couldn't have been much closer to my residence. It was literally across the street. The perfect job had come to me. It was a senior position, a career path, overseas postings on projects, they would train me... I was offered a contract but I waited too long to commit to it because I held out negotiating for a better compensation package. In the end, by the time I agreed to it they had frozen their hiring - the global financial crisis had hit.
My morale was crushed for a long time, and I became embittered. I would have been fine if I hadn't gotten hooked onto this carrot dangled in front of me. It was a sudden and dramatic turn from gratitude and wonder to anger and resentment. Two months later as my savings ran low, a different worthwhile job came to me in October and I'll be doing this work until the end of February.
During the months of December and January, I returned to California and Texas. The family had gathered in my younger brother's home in Plano, Texas for Christmas and then we did a road trip through the cities of Texas - Dallas, San Antonio, Austin, Houston. The time spent in California was apart from my family in order to spent it with the dear friends that I had missed for so long. That was very fulfilling; however there was one dear friend that had moved to Seattle. She had been a big part of my experience in California and left an indelible impression in my life. There are some people that give your outlook on life a good wipe down and she also added a lot of good memories to my collection. I'm certainly not the same person because of her.
Another thing that happened during this time - my Godmother succumbed to cancer.
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