Spirit has seen fit to toss a few obstacles in my path, just when I had decided to give my notice at my present job in Indy and relocate back to WI when my lease is up in May.

Out of nowhere, 2 different headhunters with 2 different opportunities.
Out of nowhere, one of the real estate agents at my part time job wants to show me houses, and the mortgage guy seems fairly certain he can get me qualified.

I pause with my relocation plans to investigate these opportunities.

One interviewer never called back (after 3 interviews!); the other turned out not to be quite as lucrative on paper as it was over the phone.

So I started to think, maybe with an attitude adjustment and a house of my own, I could learn to like where I work again & just glide into a settled middle-age: no more running, no more starting over. Time to grow up and accept that this is my life?

Over my lunch hour, I drive past the house I'm supposed to see this evening and it's a DUMP. When I get back to the office, I have an email from the mortgage guy telling me that the underwriter is 'very concerned' about a couple things on my credit report and can I provide X,Y and Z documentation?? Uh, no, I can't. It is what it is.

So I thanked him for his time and effort, and cancelled the appointment to see the dump.

As of now, I'm back where I was exactly 2 weeks ago this very minute - planning to leave this job at the end of April and leave Indiana shortly thereafter. Guess I'm gonna cut n' run after all.

But I have to ask: what was the purpose of this whole little detour, or was it just Merc Rx playing games with me?


ARGH.


/rant