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Tuesday, 9 November 2010
To be honest, I was seriously thinking about it. That company would be a ticket way out from the position I am now. They could provide in the long run the opportunity to advance. The company I am now is not doing very well after the governmental budget cuts. It is also so small, that no real promotions can happen. The guy in the next cubicle to mine was promoted to a senior developer role but he is still doing the exact same things as before with no development team of his own.
The reason that stopped me from accepting the role is the location of that company. It is located in a small town of 20,000 people, 1 hour and a half away from London during the week or a little bit more than 2 hours during the weekend. The train company website informed me that no direct trains run during the weekends. If I accepted the role I would have to relocate. I would then spend so much money in train tickets that I would be in a much worse financial situation than I am now!
I calculated of course that rents and everyday life is much cheaper there than in London that might compensate for the train tickets. However, I decided that I can’t become Daffyd, ‘the only gay in the village’, not having a life during the week. Poor JJ even suggested moving with me there but of course I didn’t want to make him do something like that. I might have made the wrong decision but I believe that I can find something better in London or another a little bit more urban place. I don’t mind staying in the same salary range if it means I can invest for my future, but I want that to be done in slightly better terms…
That was the dilemma I was in until yesterday! My job agent was very keen (of course) of sending me there! He sent me large emails with expenses calculated for someone living in London or in the small town.
I tried to explain all that to Berlioz but he didn’t really give me any good advice! He was just looking at me meowing. I have the impression though that he meowed more when I was telling him that I can’t leave JJ and the life I have now here.
Berlioz is the cat of ‘gb’ that I baby sited a bit on Saturday. He was away for the weekend, so I popped for a small visit and I kept Berlioz company. He was a bit stressed over the fireworks. After all the talking I did about my problems, I think he was happy to see my go. Poor thing…