Earlier in the week when HR called me to discuss my counteroffer and I presume to counteroffer the counteroffer, I was not in the headspace to speak to him.
My dad has been in the ICU for a week.
Things had gone south the night before.
He was very understanding and told me to call when I was ready.
The first day I was moving my flight.
The next day was my last full day in San Francisco.
The last day was a travel day.
I called him the day after.
To my utter surprise they did not counter my counteroffer.
I panicked, slightly, and told him I had to speak with my husband, who was at work, about the matter.
My husband called on his lunch break.
I told him they had accepted my counteroffer.
We had previously discussed the counteroffer and the basement that I would accept.
This was above the basement that I would accept.
I wonder if I left money on the table but I do not have the heart for negotiation.
I called him back and accepted.
I got the call job!
All of my strum und drang was worth it.
(look it up if you have to)
This is a seismic shift in my entire life.
My brain is still trying to talk me out of it.
I keep telling myself that overtime will be leaving soon as they hire another for the call job if I do not take it.
Which is true.
And he told me that while I was free to take other’s call, including laser, on my days off, I would not be paid extra to do so.
This all of a sudden leaves me with 2 full days off a week.
It has been a LONG time since I had such a luxury.
I will, of course, have to work the 4 week notice that hospital policy demands.
I wonder if this will break my brain.
I have to get busy making lists.
Of what I am going to do with my evenings.
Of what room in the house I will be working on first.
Of what projects that I’ve been neglecting for the last year I will tackle first.
Of alternative income streams I can do.
I can write articles.
I can write fiction.
I could freelance as a copy editor.
I could freelance as a script doctor.
I can engage more with social media and this blog.
I can focus on a PhD program as soon as I pick one.
I could work PRN for the rival healthcare system in town. This will be my scorched earth option.
The possibilities are vast.
And a lot scary.
Here we go.