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Unlike the Garth Brook song, Iíve got friends in high places. Or rather, Iíve impressed people that have moved to other companies with my hard work, dedication, and the fact that Iím presentable. Donít underestimate being the best dressed person in the office. If you back it up with hard work, well, doors are opened.
So,Iíve been offered a job. A very sweet job. A managing director job. Stock, signing bonus, corner office, and my own office assistant job. Not a hefty raise, but enough of one that it makes a difference. They want me to be in Salt Lake City on August 1st.
I honestly canít believe that Iím taking a job that will take me off the coast of this great country of ours. It took a lot of soul searching. Itís scary actually. Iím moving to a place I know nothing about, where I have no friends or family. Iíve never done that before. Iíve had a tough couple of weeks with it. Iíve been spending a lot of my weekends in San Ramon at my Aunt and Uncleís house. Theyíve enjoyed the company, and Iíve enjoyed it as well. Unlike the city with itís enforced closeness the suburbs offer a different illusion of privacy, with the manicured lawns and the homeowners association of Blackhawk enforcing with near lethalness within their edicts of color, landscaping, and where the domestic help can park and for how long.
Iím not worried about the job. The job I will excel at. Iím worried about my personal life. Iím not one to approach people. Iím not one to get involved with things. I saw some missionaries the other day in Golden Gate Park and I felt like asking them, except the missionaries in San Francisco are always from Brussels or Germany and I donít think they would have any clue what Salt Lake is like.
Last week I flew in for my final interview and I have to say that visually, Salt Lake is a lovely town. I was only there for a day though. I should have made arrangements to stay for a weekend, get to know the town. They were having this big Art Festival that looked interesting, although you had to pay to get in, which I thought was strange. And the downtown area is really very urban, with these giant green mountains just behind. It dwarfs the buildings. I also thought it strange that after the interview, and after the lunch (at P.F. Changs, which was nice but I would have honestly preferred a local dive. Iím always taking visiting clients to hole in the wall Chinese places and Deliís, not because of the price, but because I think it gives one a more real taste of San Francisco) they presented me with the offer letter to take back with me. I knew I had nailed the job, that I was the person they wanted, they needed. But I expected a Fed Ex envelope to tell me so, not a legal sized manila self addressed and stamped. Perhaps it was a bit of a test. To see if I can adapt to this place, to see if I was going to be a snob. Or maybe Iím just thinking about it too much, and they had already made up their mind. They just wanted to hedge their bets with a meeting.
Regardless, they get me. Iím leaving on July 23rd, driving out and trying to find an apartment. I get two weeks at a hotel to find one, but looking at Craigís List there seem to be plenty nearby with immediate move ins. The movers are expected on the 5th or 6th so Iíve got a tough deadline. It will be kind of strange, my apartment here in SF I got through a company, they pre-screened me, found out where I wanted to live and what I wanted and found me a place within days. I donít think there is a service like that in Salt Lake, or rather, but then my meager skills at Google probably have something to do with that. So, now Iíve got my farewell party to plan.